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Known as the pre-Lenten celebration where you play "Mike Tyson's Punch Out" until midnight when the Catholic kid in your neighborhood had to give up Nintendo until Easter, tonight is Mardi Gras. And people love to get shit-faced on this night, so be on the lookout for unsavory behavior.

Yesterday we mentioned the delightful work trip/vacation San Francisco supervisor Bevan Dufty and city treasurer Jose Cisneros took to Australia for Sydney's Gay Mardi Gras. Trannyshack founder Heklina was there, too. And many readers fretted about whether or not city tax dollars went to pay for this trip down under -- an excursion, it should be mentioned, that will reportedly bring in much-needed tourist dollars to SF. Anyway, according to Dufty's office:

Somehow we overlooked this last week, but local porn-ish blog, the Sword, captured images of San Francisco's openly bent politicos Supervisor/personality Bevan Dufty and city treasurer Jose Cisneros kicking it together at Sydney's Gay Mardi Gras. And it looked downright outrageous.

Oh good grief, Warriors.

Spurs 126, Warriors 89. And it wasn't nearly that close.

Coming off Sunday night's agonizing loss to their nemesis, the Lakers, the Warriors needed a strong showing. But last night the Spurs exposed the Warriors for what they are: a second-tier basketball club that's not quite ready for prime time.

Ah yes, the weekend. Finally! It's been a hectic week-- earthquakes, landslides, the whole Kenneth Eng fiasco, those purple latex gloves-- where will it all end? We don't know but we could sure use a drink and a good old fashioned shindig-- too bad that most of the Noise Pop shows have sold out. We've put together a list of runner-ups for the weekend in the city. Sure, its not Ted Leo, Cake or The Donnas, but you can get just as drunk for half the price. Here's a rundown of the haps:

-- Civic Center

Austinist gets arty with an interactive guide to SXSW, loved some local art galleries and a new art exhibit and lamented the possible loss of "Friday Night Lights" production to New Mexico.

It's our column about District 6 Election Drama! Today's weekend episode: Everybody Hates Silver.

What is the Bark and Whine Ball hiding? We had hoped to report this week on the annual black tie extravaganza for the San Francisco SPCA, but SFist’s request for media credentials were denied. We had hoped to tell you the what celebrity dogs are wearing this season, who the hot makers of gourmet dog treats that look better than human desserts are and who is sniffing who’s butt but we weren’t invited so those important questions will remain unanswered.

Even though this column’s supposed to be about the bars of San Francisco, given the unbelievably tragic events of the last couple of weeks, we simply must pay due respect to the drinkin’-est city this side of Bavaria. Of course we're talkin' bout New Orleans. Things may look bad now, but we know that you’ll rise again and take back your rightful place at the throne of Fat Tuesday’s mayhem.

King cakes? In Berkeley? Mmmmm.

Okay, San Francisco. Admit it. Protests are big old parties. There's people smoking pot, hooking up, screaming, cheering, dancing, drumming and maybe even breaking stuff. It's nothing to be ashamed of. The fact that progressive political action is our idea of Mardi Gras makes us just as cool as New Orleans, and that's saying something. And the worst you'll suffer is a guilt hangover. SFist didn't make it to the morning session like we promised, because of incredibly important business matters (okay, we were up late watching The Wild Bunch and slept through our alarm). Our friends in the neighborhood reported it to be "small but spirited." We did catch the weekly vigil for peace organized by the local Quakers, Thursdays between noon and one outside of the Federal Building. SFist loves Quakers.