Mission Mission

Hot (and saucy) new look for spring!

[via Summer Is Rad]

One of our favorite bands to ever come out of the city is finally ready for you to hear all the songs they’ve been writing for the past year on a brand new full length LP, and they could definitely use your help!  And the rewards for this Kickstarter are pretty rad too.  I mean, imagine Social Studies coming out to play your house!  Check out all the details here!

If you’ve never heard Social Studies, they’re kind of impossible to describe, so just settle down and listen for a second:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRIG-TAC_30

Previously:

• Social Studies on Backseat Beat

How come it never occurs to me (or seemingly any of my friends) to have a picnic up on Twin Peaks? I end up up there a lot, but it’s always when I find myself in somebody’s car with some time to kill and we all go, “Twin Peaks!” And then we drive up there, take in the view, run to the top, snap an Instagram and then leave.

Why not make it a destination?? (Like Elizabeth here did.)

Longtime local club-owner JWZ on current club fashion:

The thing that always amazes me when I check out younger and/or more mainstream dance parties is how fantastically uniform and horrible the male dress code is. The girls tend to be in your usual timeless slutty-club-wear: a short glittery dress, or maybe a cut-off t-shirt with hotpants and fuzzy leg-warmers. Not the apex of creativity, but at least it looks intentional. Some thought went into it. But the guys all wear exactly the same thing: a mesh basketball wife-beater, a backward baseball cap, and blue jeans. All of them!

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“Hipsters” may make some comical choices, but at least they’re trying. [link]

Yeah, man. Just tryyy!

[Totally unrelated photo by Helen]

Mission Local reports:

A citizen tried to dispose of an antique grenade at the Mission Police Station on Valencia and 17th. The police called explosive experts to analyze it, and as a precautionary measure have evacuated Taqueria El Toro and the Mission Police Station. [link]

Hopefully the bomb squad robot doesn’t drop the grenade and drive RIGHT OVER IT like last time. (Definitely watch the video if you missed it before.)

Today’s Burger Special is the Tortilla Soup Cheeseburger with fries and a PBR or soda for only $12

— The Sycamore (@TheSycamoreSF) April 26, 2012

Soup-themed burger! Imagine the possibilities!

One of them is wearing (a piece of) Andy’s Jolly Ranchers and Robitussin glasses!

[via Jess]

You can’t have one without the other — it just wouldn’t be the Mission.

[via Pen Pop]

It’s an Instagram, so these colors are likely exaggerated, but it’s still pretty.

[via nickbilton]

There’s always a lot of talk around these parts about what constitutes “the REAL San Francisco,” right? Well, anadromy, one of our new favorite bloggers, has a humdinger of an answer:

Last year, I met a girl online. Turned out she had just moved here from Beijing. She kept saying she wanted to see, “Authentic San Francisco.” It would be impossible for me to phonetically spell out the bizarre and borderline incomprehensible grandeur of her accent, but suffice it to say that it took several, “Excuse me’s?” before I understood her meaning.  When I got it, I decided to try to give her what she wanted. We climbed into the beater pickup truck I was driving then and I just started driving. I didn’t know where the hell to go to find “Authentic San Francisco.” But I gave it my best shot. We went up Portola so she could see the view, then cruised down through the Castro and into the Mission. To my shock, there was a parking space right outside of the Latin American Club. Then, to my even greater shock, there was an open booth in the window. So I sat the girl from Beijing down in the booth and went to get us some drinks. When I came back, there were two young Mission kids sitting in the booth with her. I sat down and they said they had been sitting there originally, but that we were more than welcome to join them. About 30 seconds later, they more or less started having sex. I’m only exaggerating a little bit. Zippers were unzipped. Hands were down pants and up shirts. The guy’s knees kept banging into mine, too.

Read on.

[Photo by LLL]