How shitty were your teenage years? Well, now you have a chance to make someone else’s teen years a little less shitty than yours while also enjoying a fun night out in the Mission with The Blunder Years, a variety show drawing upon and paying homage to the films & TV shows of our yester years. All proceeds for the event are going to BAVC’s The Factory, an advanced video production collective for motivated teenagers in Oakland. Check out the details below:
An amazing roster of talent is joining the show, with acts by Mortified, We Players, The Freeze, Monday Night Foreplays, Ned Buskirk, Lev Yilmaz & Strike Anywhere. And, in support of our very own version of Price is Right, a plethora of local businesses have donated prizes in sponsorship of the event, including Teatro Zinzanni, The Independent, and Speakeasy Ales & Lagers.
Friday, August 12th
450 Florida Street, SF
@ Z Space
Doors @ 7, show @ 8
21+ only. $15 pre-sale, $20 at the door.
Info & tix available at www.blunderyears.com
We’re also giving away one Price is Right entry ticket, which gets you into the running to be a contestant in one of three game rounds during the Price is Right portion of the show! All you have to do is tell us your best (or worst) teenage drama story in the comments! You have until Tuesday, when we’ll pick the best one. Let’s hear those stories!
I sincerely hope, for the sake of my family, that this will not be published.
The tale begins my freshman year of high school when I had just moved to a new town up North in Mendocino. I was living in a 100yr old log cabin miles from even even a neighbor and in the middle of nowhere in a middle of nowhere town. This is pertinent to give background to the intensity of any drama that could occur in my isolated teenage existence.
As teenage girls do, I fell for a broad shouldered, tan loser pot head with long blond hair that would glimmer in the sun. He invited me up to his cabin and we had a romantic night in which I considered losing my virginity, largely because it seemed there was not much else to do other than get stoned. I resisted, but invited him up to my house on the mountain later that week. While what we did for the first couple of hours has somehow escaped me now almost 20 years later, I do clearly remember at one point not being able to find him anywhere on the property and then finally finding him in my sisters bedroom. She had thrown away her virginity some years before, so I guess in a way she saved me from doing the same. Still pretty dramatic at the time. Come on, I win.
I think you do win.