So, I went right to the source, the Mitchell Brothers O’Farrell Theatre—the legendary club in San Francisco—to take “dance” lessons from its strippers.
Talented strippers Jasmine and Jersey (pictured here) took me under their wing.
A really bad photo of a pretty cool custom cookbook.
When I was growing up, dinnertime in my family usually began with my mother sitting on the floor, sifting through piles of recipes, all clipped from magazines or handwritten, and tossed into the recipe drawer. Today, the drawer is no longer and mom is more often on Epicurious, looking up four-fork recipes. Ask her to give you the recipe for something delicious that she made once and it will inevitably entail a frantic internet search.
I want to invite you to a once-in-a-lifetime event this Friday night to benefit a wonderful woman who lost her worldly goods, her home and three foster dogs in an horrific fire just before Christmas.
Pali Boucher dedicated her life in recent years to finding homes for rescue dogs. Many friends of mine have adopted some of Pali's four-legged friends and experience the never-ending joy a dog can give.
Tomorrow night at 8:30 p.m. at Slims on 11th Street, I will be the master of ceremonies for a benefit for Pali so that she may get back on her feet and find a new home. This will be a fun, groovy night out. Please come and enjoy some comedy and music and help support a woman who has given many dogs a home and now needs a home herself.
courtesy of Swirl
Alice's House; courtesy of FIGa Films
Film nerds and nerdettes, why don't you check out some of these groovy film picks happening in your 'hood. Don't forget to tune in next week for another installment of the Reel. Until next time, be bad and get into trouble baby.*
Film Happenings Round Town
• The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (2007) Dir. Schnabel – Embarcadero
photo courtesy of Radiohead
What I like about the others, actually, is that they say something about the product (how it’s made, how lagers differ from ales and are harder to make … etc.) rather than just being silly (waazzzzupppp! -- which was funny the first five or six times).
Visitors to my apartment will attest that I am completely obsessed with magazines. An impressive stack sits beside my bed and several more act as side tables in my living room. Despite what they say about how the “interweb” is going to gradually replace print media, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as actually holding a book or magazine in your hand—you can’t really take your laptop to the beach, or curl up with it in bed. (Well, maybe you can…but you really shouldn’t.)
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