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No matter which team you're rooting for, if you're headed out tomorrow to celebrate the Super Bowl, don't get all stupid about it. "Law enforcement officers around Southern California will be on the lookout for drunk drivers on Super Bowl Sunday," reports abc7.com. That doesn't mean you can't party, it just means you should plan to party responsibly, or face the consequences; "The CHP and local law enforcement organizations will deploy extra DUI patrols," and they have no qualms about issuing citations and making arrests. Of course, landing your drunk ass in jail is a far better fate than what can happen, or what has happened in the past: "Last year on Super Bowl Sunday, 12 people were killed and 167 others were injured in alcohol-related traffic accidents statewide."

Is the word Hipster even allowed to be used anymore without disdain dripping from the user's tongue? Is it outdated? What about the connotation - good, bad, both? The Anti-Hipster's Guide to LA is a listing of people, bars/clubs, musicians/DJs, artists, installation, etc etc that may be deemed hipster-centric but don't really carry the negative connotation of the word (meaning pretentious, inaccessible, you get my drift).

On Friday we interviewed Jay Babcock of Arthur Magazine -- he books a series on Sunday nights at McCabe's Guitar Shop in Santa Monica. More Eastwardly, Alex & Sam will play their second show of the Sunday residency spot at Tangier in Los Feliz (for all February residencies in LA, check out our guide). Last week we checked them out while others detoxed from their Super Bowl Sunday and we can say the band of eight or so musicians is an excellent way to end your weekend with. And if you're down in the Long Beach area, how about some George Clinton?

Despite it being Superbowl Sunday, February residencies got off to a great start last night with Alex & Sam at Tangier. Tonight is the first night of February residencies at Spaceland, Silverlake Lounge, Crash Mansion and The Echo/Echoplex. By last Thursday, The Airborne Toxic Event had gained so much popularity from their January residency, they had to reject 300 people from the door. Case in point, catch these bands in residency early on in the month.

Think your Super Bowl Sunday went sour? Try being a resident of Coachella Valley at kickoff time. According to The Desert Sun,

More Pictures From the Surf City Marathon/Half Marathon

You saw that right, except for the date: It's Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl IV, airing all day Super Bowl Sunday. Not only is this a fun idea on their part (why subject your shows to poor overall ratings?), it's mesmerisingly watchable and a great way to keep the kids and pets occupied and away from your guests and food. Or maybe you're not (gasp) a football fan and just want to veg out? I wouldn't be surprised if Puppy Bowl had their own, Teletubby-like following among the tripping set. And yes, there is a "Kitty Halftime Show."

It was Superbowl Sunday morning when we were eating brunch at Le Pain Quotidien on Ventura Blvd. One table over, two women were talking about their previous night in Gelson's in Studio City. Apparently, one of the two women could not get over this huge nasty ass on this young and petite girl. I mean, she thought this was the nastiest ghetto white girl ass she had seen in a long time. Talk about...

That's right. It's Super Bowl Sunday and that means food, food, food. Lucky for us, we ran the Pacific Shoreline Marathon's 5K race this morning. Okay, so we weren't feeling so hardcore to go full out on the Marathon, but hey, it's something right?

Betty Friedan, one of the founders of American feminism, died yesterday on her 85th birthday. Her 1963 book The Feminiine Mystique focused on the dissatisfaction of stay-at-home wives and mothers. She called it "the problem that has no name." The New York Times has an excerpt from the book (free registration required); here's a bit:

This Sunday promises to be the most wonderful time of the year, and that can only mean one thing: Nipplegate II. Yes, Super Bowl Sunday is here in full force, and LAist just can’t wait to see what Paul McCartney does to top Janet Jackson’s ode to the FCC halftime set from a year ago.