I did a random Google search for Fag Friday the other day, which was a weekly party at the End Up for about 11 years, before moving to Pink in the Mission, and discovered it had ended in 2008. I mean, it's not like Pink and The End Up aren't still there, but that particular party, which had been around longer than most and had the same promoters at the helm since its inception in 1996, is over.
I can remember going to Fag Fridays in the early 2000s, when Ruben Mancias and David Harness were their primary DJs. It was this brand of soulful diva house the likes of which I'd never heard before. Much slower than the hiNRG techno I'd always loved growing up. It was also the kind of music that you couldn't easily find at the record store or even necessarily online since they were white labels or original remixes by David or other SF DJs.
Fag Fridays was where I met my ex Sean. It's also where I've had many crazy, wonderful adventures and good times. They still have a Friday night at the End Up, though. It's not the end of the world. I'm just being dramatic. And it reminds me of how sometimes, I kind of hate change. It feels like dandelion petals floating up into the air and out into the wind away from you forever. But I'd better get used to it since the older you get, the more change you have to face.
No wonder old people are always so cranky.
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