Arts + Culture
Last night was a big night for San Francisco: the Giants won, and Mumford & Sons played at the Warfield. Lucky for the band, the game wrapped up before they took to the stage, marked by a surge of cheers from all of the orange and black-clad Mumford fans glued to their droids on the dance floor. But Mumford was forgiving of the distraction, and even encouraged the random chanting (“Let’s go, Giants!”) when it arose, no matter how awkward (the band was brought out for the encore to a chorus of: “Let’s go, Mumford!”).
Two experimental dance companies open the inaugural season at ODC's freshly-renovated digs with a program that takes the traditional and contemporary and shakes it like James Bond’s martini.
When my wife comes home, the dog gets a hug, kisses, and baby talk, while I get a peck on the cheek and a no-nonsense attitude. I’m not saying she should toss on an apron and bring me a drink, but can a guy get a little love at the end of a long day?
He Said: First off, drop the dog comparison. Your wife has fewer expectations from Fido.