I’ve got two recommendations…
1. Go to Oakland and see Shannon and the Clams perform as Metallica:
Or…
2. Stay in the Mission and go to Singin’ & Pingin’ at Verdi Club:
I watched the game at Pop’s, and as soon as it was over there was a drum corps in the middle of the intersection of 24th and York. The crowd poured out of the bar and gathered around and screamed and danced and it was beautiful.
Some cops came through, but they didn’t bother us.
Not sure if the difference was 24th Street vs. Mission Street or what, but this was a peaceful, happy celebration. Giants!
@missionmission we will do our best!
— KING TUFF (@KINGTUFFY) October 29, 2014
Go Giants! Looks like tickets are still available.
Let’s rock:
From the western slope of Liberty Hill I think? Which is the hill that rises southwest from Dolores Park? Anyway, cool view.
[via Erynn]
Local blogger anadromy left the following analysis in the comments section of yesterday’s post about the Lexington closing maybe because the cliquiness of the clientele made it unwelcoming to a potential new generation of customers:
I don’t think this phenomenon is limited to the Lex. It seems pretty common. A bar–straight, gay or otherwise–gets popular. People attach themselves to it and form a clique-ish attitude about who “belongs” there and who doesn’t. This attitude calcifies and over time, the people inside the bar become unwelcoming dicks. (it doesn’t help that the people who give off this attitude are the type of people who spend a lot of time in bars–ie: alcoholics) Potential new customers are scared off. Slowly but surely, the bar’s business wanes and eventually, it closes and everybody laments the passing of another longstanding institution.
Yeah, that does sound familiar.