Mission Mission

Pretty sure it usually says “BEER PICNIC.” Must’ve run out of paint

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This is the last American Tripps of 2011! DJ PJ promises to play some holiday jams, Rocky will be out front fryin’ up frybread, and the Berlin-style ping pong action will be EXTRA MERRY. (This one is strictly 21+ though; sorry, preteens.)

RSVP and invite your friends!

(And if you want to see how the party in the Lower Haight went, view the pics here.)

Our buddy Elizabeth S. shares the good news:

Some sweetheart gave 18th Street a hanukkah present this am! Swings on the sidewalk in front of Faye’s and Birite ice cream. Kids are psyched!!!!

And the first inductee is . . . our pal George “Butternuts” Duran, one of Rhea’s longtime behind-the-counter warriors. In case you were wondering, he gets his nickname from the basketball court where he is quite the beast and will taunt you by yelling “Butternuts” every time he busts a shot in your eye, reminding everyone that his stroke is smooth as butter.  Yes, sometimes basketball sounds dirty.

Another notable catchphrase of his destined to be lost in the annals of folklore is “WAMU!”  This is uttered anytime he hits a bankshot off the backboard into the hoop, because even though we’d usually be playing on the weekend, the bank is still open (zing!).  Curiously, when WAMU got absorbed by Chase back during the financial crisis, the new name didn’t quite stick, so we just kept kept yelling “WAMU” anytime an inappropriate bankshot found its way into the hoop.  Of course, there are now newer, younger players who came through after the bank went under and consequently have no idea what we are talking about.

But that’s how folkore works, right?  RIP Alan Dundes.

Now what’s for dinner?

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Our pal Lindsey (pictured) made a new friend at Farolito late Friday night on her way home from a holiday party (pictured):

She was handing the guy (the one with the strong hairline who is always there) a $5 bill and asking him to give her “the best thing you’ve got”. This went on for a couple minutes, and I thought she may need a suggestion. I leaned over and told her “try a burrito!” because everybody knows Farolito has the best burritos. This girl looked at me and said “shut up, white bitch”.

It gets violent. Read on.

On the occasion of Kim Jong Il’s death, Chloe decided to share some pictures from the time she took a look at North Korea. See the rest here.

22nd Street.

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