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Integration Follows Integers?

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Among the many and many-splendored amenities here in town, there is one bit of culture that Fort Worth has never quite perfected: a viable gay and lesbian nightlife scene.


Swingin’ Time

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Since Fort Worth has never had a pure jazz club, I felt obligated to flip on my fedora last Wednesday night and check out the grand opening of the Scat Jazz Lounge.



Swingin’ Time

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Since Fort Worth has never had a pure jazz club, I felt obligated to flip on my fedora last Wednesday night and check out the grand opening of the Scat Jazz Lounge.


Don’t You Forget About Snookie’s

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One random weeknight not long ago, I got my after-hours snack on at Snookie’s, the South Hulen bar/restaurant that’s just far enough away from TCU to attract working stiffs but not too far to keep away the bubbly fr...



The Roof is on Fire?

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Consuming mass amounts of alcohol with art all around and while on the roof of a building is normally something I advise against – novices and other college students are liable to get tipsy and, in their delirium, spill t...


Stars Over Cowtown

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I have no business being invited to elaborate private parties. I am by nature socially awkward, and I drink hard – a bad combo (especially for you, if you are within earshot or, after a certain point, haymaker-distance of...



Fresh-Air Booze Cabal

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For most of us scenesters above a certain age, drinking isn’t what it used to be. Most of us do it because we have to or else we’ll burst from stress, not because we want to. I can’t even remember the last tim...


Monster Mash

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Musicians keep this town fun. Case in point, last Saturday night. After a couple of entertaining but relatively mundane stops on the party train, one at the Shamrock Pub on West Seventh Street and another at Finn MacCool’...



The Land of Oz

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Nowadays, if you’re going to Deep Ellum just to hang – not to see a show – be aware that your options are pretty limited. Depending on your tastes, you’ll end up at any one of a few different joints: a d...


Arts Humping

JEFF PRINCE
The last time I went to a house party, I stumbled and busted my lip on an above-ground pool and ate an entire jar of peanut butter (but not at the same time), all before the evening degenerated into wildin’-style fisticuffs.