Who’s your interior decorator?

Epic.

[Photo by Brooke Candy]

The best jukebox in the city?

It’s at Silver Crest. It’s all Whitney Houston and Patti LaBelle and Billy Ocean. Lots of Billy Ocean. Plus, there’s the Miami Vice theme (parts I and II) and some Miami Sound Machine, and a bunch of songs just labeled “Greek song.”

The best part might be the satisfying click noise the buttons make when you select your song. Or that it’s three selections for 25¢. Or that it uses real records and the needle is covered in 40 years worth of lint. What a sound.

Plus, donuts and whiskey and pool. I think this one wins.

Now let’s listen to some Billy Ocean:

This dog likes to drink

There’s this blog called Deano Got Drunk which purports to depict this dog Deano posing on the streets with all the alcoholic beverages he consumes. It’s funny.

Today, Deano got drunk on Four Loko.

How to flirt in bars

Melinda has the scoop:

Simple as that! Duly noted.

Gutter ball!

Somebody lost their Titleist in the storm drain at 22nd and Valencia!

Reminds me of:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fS1KB24P6is

MuniDiaries Live starring Mission Mission’s own Ariel Dovas this Friday night

Take it from me, Ariel telling a story in real life is a million times better than anything any blog post could ever attempt to replicate. Go to this thing. (Advance tickets appear to be sold out, so just show up and pound on the door.)

Say hello to San Francisco’s newest microhood: ‘Royal Gate’

Amidst this week’s media blitz surrounding our neighbor to the south, La Lengua, our buddy Cranky Old Mission Guy (who just launched a new website this week btw) came up with the best rechristening idea I’ve heard since I first heard “La Lengua” oh so many eons ago:

My new name for the area of the Mission around the 16th Street BART plaza is “Royal Gate”, after the plastic vodka bottles strewn everywhere.

Totally! Sixteenth and Mission is totally a royal gateway — in the exact same way that this crummy vodka is “royal.” Perfect!

(Thanks to our other buddy SCUM for finding the above photo.)

[Photo via Kute 'n' Krispy]

Breezy Nix will make you dance tonight at the Big Gay Warehouse

First of all, “Big Gay Warehouse.” We should definitely all go. Secondly, Breezy Nix is the best! We saw her North American debut at Amnesia a couple months ago, and it was killer. She sent us a mix she made, and it is a blast. And, of course, she looks great in an animated GIF.

RSVP to tonight’s show and invite your friends here.

Anyway, I know this place is kind of a haul, but I’m down to get a bike caravan going or whatever. Hit me up!

Apologetic graffiti

That’s all the property owner ever wanted to hear. Now you guys are cool. Carry on.

[via The Fog Bender]

Planned Parenthood protestors just want to give you ‘the truth’

Mission Local spent some time with the anti-choice geezers forever posted up outside Planned Parenthood:

On a recent Friday afternoon, Ron Konopaski, 71, sets up a folding chair outside the clinic. It’s closed today, but that doesn’t matter. The retired dentist has been here every day since March 9. His duty is to ensure that at least two people are in front of the clinic at all times.

Konopaski and his fellow activists believe that abortion, even when due to rape, is an abomination to God’s plan. To them, the elements of a person begin at fertilization — a new life that no one other than God has the right to take.

“We’re trying to just give them the truth,” says Konopaski.

Read on.

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Biographical Info:

"I joked that living in the Mission would be the end of me. And there were nights where it felt like the case.

One night I went out with my friend Allan to the bar that no one goes to on 16th Street, where I lost half my drink and money on the dance floor. Later we skated down 16th to Evelyn Lee, where I fell off my board and landed on my head as the 22 bus sped past behind me. A sobering moment. At the bar, I sulked and nursed my wounds until Allan put on Amy Winehouse’s 'Valerie.' We danced, he dipped me, and I felt better."

— My pal Valerie, writing about life in the Mission