For many, Fag Fridays at The End Up defined a generation of club-goers in San Francisco, cranking out ’signature’ San Francisco deep house. It was my first exposure to that element of the city, so it still does make me instantly nostalgic. Unfortunately, my burnout level/attention span for that beat has always been sporadic, so I’ve never been among the most devoted attendees. Still, I would periodically nag myself that I really should do a pop-in since it is “classic gay San Francisco clubbing”. It has always been a comforting scene for the most part, so I never regretted it.

And ironically, I once facilitated a straight friend’s hook up on the dance floor back in the day. And not surprisingly, a couple of my homo own. [ahem] Interestly, that straight hook up that turned into quite a longterm relationship. Who knew? For a less tawdry look-back, SF Scene has a better, in-depth, gossipier update. Check it out. And fittingly, Juanita MORE! will be hosting its End Up closing night, October 12. And its relaunch the following Friday, the 19th. No doubt both nights will be beyond packed and extra sweaty.

Cliff Notes: Despite the fact that 800 gallons of water poured onto the roof of his apartment building, nothing leaked through into his apartment. But there is water damage in the rest of the building. Good karma indeed!

[Foolish mortals.] Welcome to a galaxy - and a glitter-dusted crotch - all too close for comfort. (And no Monroe Ficus satellite in sight.)

That was the throwdown Peaches Christ asked tonight’s audience for “Midnight Mass“. As “Miss Thing, The Merciless”, she orchestrated a brilliant radio serial that saw fags, dykes, bears, twinks, radical fairies, sci-fi nerds, satin fetishists, 80’s hags, (and any non-Republican), all unite under one intergalactic rainbow. For the fate of the universe. Against an imperialist despot. Hmm. (Hush child, I’m talking about Dino De Laurentis.)

“Fish Gordon” broadcasted its cliff-hanger glamour, hook, line and sinker for a very receptive, cheerful audience. I’m still wondering why, at 3:07am, I somehow walked out kinda sober. Oh well. There’s always today’s beer bust. See your flashy ass there.

“The Dirty Dozen is the six most found items and six most found brands. In order of frequency, the top six items are gum, paper (receipts, napkins and newspapers), broken glass, plastic, candy wrappers, cigarette butts and empty cigarette packs. The top six brands are McDonalds, Muni transfers, Marlboro, Burger King, Starbucks, and, tied for sixth place, Safeway, FedEx, and Jack in the Box. Fast food restaurants account for the greatest amount of litter generated by the Dirty Dozen.”

I am sooooo glad I renewed mine a couple of years ago. The SF Passport Agency at Folsom and Hawthorne (btw 3rd & 2nd) has had lines down the block for most of the day, everyday for many many months now. Not surprisingly given the current chaos surrounding the issue, I even saw ABC 7 recording a piece there last month or so. (Can you imagine trekking all the way down from Ukiah to wait for 11 hours in this line?! Wah.) Even at lunch and the latter part of the afternoon, that line is snaking down the sidewalk. I work around the corner, and one morning a few months back, I had to be in the office for a very un-fun 6:45AM ‘conference call’. (Thank you east coast time people.) And yes, even at 6:30 in the morning, there were already people camped out with beach chairs by the glass doors. Not the vacation destination they initially envisioned, I’m sure.