
I meeeeean…. <3

I meeeeean…. <3
Hey Everyone, it’s been a while. If you haven’t already, check us out on twitter at @omgthemish. Now enough pandering, time to report some BREAKING NEWS. At around 10:00pm tonight a trio of youngsters were spotted joyriding around the mission in a stolen car. They tried to do donuts at 26th and Mission but ended up crashing right into Casa Guadalupe #3 where they only sell day old “pan”. After the accident, the culprits ran into Lilac Alley and changed clothes.
What is this world coming to when car thieves pack a change of clothes?
The Elvis/Prince/Dolly house has officially burned down. Last week there was a dangerous fire in the top flat of a building that did not contain working fire alarms. It left two people in critical condition. This sign was placed outside the building the day after the fire:
Levity in the face of tragedy? Hogwash. This sign is heartless and crude and should not be tolerated in a civilized society. Not only that, it is just plain rude. Downstairs neighbors, you should be ashamed of yourselves.
If you’re feeling charitable, head on over to the donation site and join the trio of donors to this very worthy cause.
If you feel like the correct response is combining alcohol and smoking instead, the victims are having a benefit this week Thursday December 15th at El Rio. The event will go until 4:30am to memorialize the two week anniversary of this fire.
The police are after a rape suspect right here in The Mish! I know, super scary, right?
Help us, help you, find the Mission Rapist. OMGTHEMISH! has exclusive details:
Oh em gee, Mish-Fish, we are back and… WTF? There are approximately 7 jillion new restaurants blowing up the ‘hood, people with bad clothes are happier than ever, and you still can’t wear red past Cesar Chavez.
Robby and I decided to dive into some Mission mayhem this weekend, so we went to check out the new nightclub, KRUA (just a stroll away at 16th and Guerrero.) Apparently this used to be some lame-ass Thai resto, but we heard that the owners got hip to the needs of the neighbs. They are def gunning to be the next A1A Steak Lounge. Natch.
Geared up for some srs J-Pop, I decked out in my best six inch sling-backs + tiny tube shirt-dress, picked up Mr. Aberdeen (crucial accessory) and started getting crazy sloppy on those whiskey-filled chocolate balls. (It’s XMAS BIA!) When we got to KRUA, though, I was all “Where’s the line?” For reals, people, there were approximately negative five humans in the place. Maybe has something to do with the fact that they are totes crowding the dance floor w/ weird-ass tables. (Or weird ass-tables?) Oh and NO LIQUOR? WTF? How am I supposed to get crunk and make out with hella strangerz?
Verdict: KRUA Thai is NOT where the party is at. Unless you are into free ice water and cracking your shins on aluminum chairs while you get your freak on.
As some of you may have noticed, the St. Francis Fountain have changed their straws. Gone are the halcyon days of the neighborhood favorite paper barbershop straws. Instead we get plastic ones in soulless blue and clear.
So maybe you can actually get through a milkshake in under 3 straws (5 if you’re wet-of-lip), but who cares? What really matters in an establishment of this type is the old timey feel. When I go to The Fountain, I want an experience. I want to feel like I’m stepping into the 1950s, a whole world of nostalgia I never lived through. This whole a plastic straw thing, that just ruins the illusion. I think I’m not alone on this one.
What do you think, The Mish?