I dug this post from local glam geek Min Jung Kim on how the annual Burning Man fest in outer Nevada is equivalent to the Rapture hitting SF — at least, in terms of making more parking available for those of us “left behind.”

Traffic was lighter this morning, too, but I think that’s also because school opened today in many places around the area, including San Francisco.

Of course, don’t get too comfortable in your cars, for — as everyone knows by now, from incessant advertising by CalTrans on local freeways — the Bay Bridge will be closed from Friday night to Tuesday dawn, over the entire Labor Day weekend.

It may be hard to imagine that 6th & Mission once had it’s own miniature golf course, but here it is in a 1930’s photo from the SF Public Library collection. Nowadays the recreational pursuits in the neighborhood are quite different, and hardly as wholesome looking.

The current strip of nightclubs along SF’s seedy 6th Street strip and it’s offshoot alleys provide a classic study in contrasts. Fresh faced suburban bred 20-somethings careen intoxicatedly in and out of clubs looking to partake in some sort of overpriced quasi-glam nightlife activities, whilst dozens of ever present ne’er do’ells, derelicts and addicts of various sorts bob about, some actually laying sprawled on the concrete.

Word filters out that after a good few years of pioneering the attempted hipster takeover of the block, The Arrow Bar operators are tired of struggling and are calling it quits. This weekend is the last hurrah, with Monday night being the last chance to grab a PBR at their farewell blast. The place had been for sale since early this year, and the business opportunity to own your own urban squalor centric club was listed for about $160,000. I’m not sure who the new caretakers of the license might be, but we’ll wish ‘em luck.

You might notice how empty the Arrow Bar bar is in this real estate website photo, and that’s either because the cover charge to get into the 900 sq ft dump was normally so high on a typical Monday that no one bothered to come in, or that everyone is quite possibly in the bathroom getting high…

Me thinks that white powder ain’t leftover Comet bathroom cleanser on the handy counter by the sink y’all…

Meanwhile, over at the sleek 1000 capacity Mezzanine club on Jessie, the cavernous concrete club was packed with dancing fools last night gulping down $8 & $10 cocktails while grooving to the U.K electronica mash maestros Soulwax. The “no ins & outs” Mezzanine is seemingly raking in dough from it’s captive audience, where even a 60 cent roll of lifesavers can set you back $2…

The joint is staffed to the gills with 4 bars pumping out top shelf drinks, there’s state of the art sound, video and ventilation systems, a comfortable VIP area and backstage replete with shower & eye pleasing art, furniture, fridge and dimmed recessed lighting.

Meanwhile the largest demographic segment of tenants in the square mile around 6th street are people making under $10,000 a year and most literally don’t have apot to piss in, unless you count a communal toilet down the hall…

If you’d like to read more on the 6th Street Strip and trivia and travails of Club Six and it’s neighbors, follow after the jump. We’ve even got a link that’ll get you onto the guestlist for a private JetBlue sponsored showcase at Mezzanine this Tuesday night, May 1st with Sweden’s current hottest musical exports The Teddybears STHLM…
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A couple of nights ago, I traipsed my way to the Red Devil Lounge, an intimate Polk Street venue which serves as the perfect setting for a devilishly fun date. Indeed, I had a super fun date there, set against the sexy backdrop of a performance of the Glam-o-Rama Girly Show. Coming to the end of their national tour, the burlesque / cabaret gals and their comic host, Vincent Drambuie, put on a slight-silly, stunningly-sexy show in the small San Francisco venue. Featuring full-costume, short-skit, in-good-fun stripping by real-bodied women skilled in the art of tease performance, the Glam-o-Rama Girly Show was fun at its finest.
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If you are a fan of mythic metallic Norse warriors, or crazed tin foil hat outerspace bred Glam Rock Sci-Fi creepos … maybe you need to board a space age Bart train or plain old Muni bus, taxi or whatever and check this out.

Last night my destiny awaited at The Golden Bull in the O, and tonight the show heads to 12 Galaxies on Mission near 22nd.

You’ll be able to slink in & catch the mighty Thor , the space glam of Zolar X. and likely other stuff too…perhaps even a disease!

Last night I saw Maybe The Craziest Golden Bull Gala Dive Bar Sunday Night Show Biz Extravaganza Awards Cup Of All Time…a musical event perhaps on par with a live performance of Ziggy Stardust battling Conan The Barbarian whilst Capt. Kirk seeks nubile space ho’s on one of his ” tang” seeking benders…

Don’t Miss Out Tonight In SF …It’s like cartoons come to life, but louder! Maybe you just want to drop just $10 & see something beyond memorable, drink cheap beer in a dingy club and rock out with yer space cock or clit out…

This show is all about a freakishly entertaining night of exceeding & leaving behind all that’s wrong in rock & roll these days, which makes this event my pick of the night by far… be there! (or be at home laming out & way into yer I-pod or whatever it is you really care about it…)

Maybe you should attend this awesome event just because you know you don’t have the dough saved up to catch Venom & High On Fire at the corporate rock palace known as The Fillmore this week in SF.

I’m not even gonna go on & on about Thor… buy the DVD and catch the former Mr. USA & Mr. Canada in his triumphant appearance in red , white & blue short shorts doing a Sweet cover on Merv Griffin in 1976. But why should I ramble, a picture is worth at least a thousand beer burps…

I believe that the SF Weekly even mentioned his mythic metal stature not so long ago…or I guess it was just last summer when he played 12 Galaxies previously.

and I could give a rats buttocks about some opening bands we are all destined to miss tonight, so I’m gonna do my best to just annoint ye dear readers to the magic space presence of Zolar X ( some mp3′z included, so get clickin’)…

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Nestled grimily on a block that is Genuinely Sketch™, Aunt Charlie’s Lounge warmly opens its door to all who stumble in. Dimly lit to the point of squinting even in daylight, once your eyes adjust, you’ll discover that you’ve entered a narrow railroad car of a space. A metaphysical layer of dust fondly rests on fixtures and furniture that have not been updated in decades. Yes, fellow lushes, this is a true dive bar. And with this neighborhood, one that actually smells less bad inside than outside the door. I can’t believe I’ve been coming to this place for years now already. And each and everytime, from the patches of memory left preserved post-binge, I’ve always had a colorful good time.

The main man behind the bar is Joe: a grizzled, gravelly-voiced sweetheart, with a shock of white/gray hair. Joe pours my vodka crans strong. (The cranberry juice is just an obligatory cough of an afterthought into the glass.) Needless to say, the drinks are not only blindingly stiff: they are cheap cheap cheap. I especially like coming here after work, when it’s relatively quiet and sparsely populated. And despite the occasional whiff of desperation from the tragic-appearing crowd of elderly gay men who like their cheap daytime booze, there is still a vibe of fun chattiness. Without a doubt, Joe goes out of his way in decorating the place for holidays and special events, which makes it often cheerier. (The upside-down Christmas village - complete with lights and trees - that suspended from the low ceiling this past year was a terrifically elaborate enterprise.)

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So, walking through Yerba Buena during my lunch hour today, I came across the very not normal site of a large line of only young women, stretched around the side of the Metreon, and then down around the corner of the next block of it, all dressed in various states of glam (or their ideas of glam). Yes, despite what the typical