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If you make it to Dolores park today, try heading down under the bridge. There is a performance art exhibition going on all weekend. The theme: angry Latin poetry. This guy’s an artist. Look for him under the fart graffiti.
We went to a super fun indoor block party in a garage space this weekend, it was a to the awesome. Check out the vid of the revelry!
Hope everyone else at the party had as good a time as these folks!
While visiting the South End Grill ‘n’ Bar for some P&T the other day, we found ourselves under a really sweet photorealistic painting of Valencia street.
- Aggressive guitar strummer on steps of Social Security building insulting passers-by
- Prius vs. Muscle Car
- Gasoline for $2.99
- Shady-ass guy in cowboy hat loitering in front of Glooncey’s
- Truck parked bravely in the middle of the street
We love this painting. But, while mowing down on our happy hour half-priced macaroni (WIN), Alice and I began a list of things they forgot:
- Line of hungry plaid-shirted boys smoking P-Funks outside Boogaloos
- Creepy cult-faced coffee pushers outside of Teen Challenge
- Police Station of Doom and Public Toilets
- Man with cart asking for very specific amounts of change. ($0.37?)
- Bikes chained in awkward/startling places
- That blonde guy who’s always “covertly” snapping iPhone pics
Nice work, South End. Nice work.
Walking around the Mish at nighttime can lead to some pretty fun adventures. I found this crazy warehouse party with STROBES!
Also on this street: The handprint of Jesus. (He visited in 2009 and nobody noticed.)
I’m going to stop worrying about where I park my cruiser.
Last weekend, Alice and I were unexpectedly bombarded with cultures up the whoa. It was crazy rad. Here’s a little photolog of some of the events and scenery we peeped on Sunday morn/afternoon.
There was a parade busting through the Mish. I’m not sure when it started, but it lasted forever. There were hella floats and mad peeps in colorful feathers shaking their booties in various rhythms.
And who knew there were so many dance-fighting troupes in San Francisco? Props to the elderly dancers and dance-fighters keeping it real.
The crowd was pretty eclectic. See haircut above. Legit.
On Harrison Street, there was a potentially related street fair featuring meat, meat and meat galore. And just when Alice and I thought everyone in the Mish was totes over the whole carnivore thing! Way to keep us guessing, ‘hood!
I made sure to buy myself a few wolf shirts at one of the boutique fashion stands. There was a large stage, a medium stage and one garage with live music of the following genres: Funk, Little Kids Rapping and Screamo. Sick.
There was even some action outside the metal-detector protected boundaries of the street fair. All around the ‘hood there were many people (“hipsters?”) displaying some brightly colored and shiny cars. Party on 21st St, and everyone was invited!
Back on Mission Street, it was a car-free affair. I hope you already stocked up on some children’s pimp outfits – The joint is now closed.
After all the insanity, everyone left the Mish and lounged away in the sun at the very lovely DP.
All things considered, we had a fun day in the Mish, with no stabbings or pies to the face.
I spent the good part of a rainy Easter Sunday wandering around the Mish looking for some Easter treats. There were none to be found. What I DID find, however, were two grocery stores on the same block with the same name: Casa Guadalupe.
The smaller one is beside “Mision Pie” and has a #2 on its banner. (We’re assuming the bigger one down the road is #1.) In any case, it’s #1 in my books. They didn’t have any xocolate eggs. They DID have this:
Are these lions free-range? Factory farmed lions are the WORST.
One thing I enjoy about the Mish is the abundance of cool cars. Check out this beauty:
It’s a steely beige relic of times long past. Times long past being the late 80s. I can’t imagine that there are more than a couple hundred of these fire-breathers in the world. Way to keep it real, the Mish.