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The TABC and You

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Last week, undercover agents for the Texas Alcoholic Beverage Commission went into 36 bars in a Dallas suburb and arrested 30 people for public intoxication. Let me repeat: 30 people were arrested for allegedly being drunk R...


October Skies

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Whoever said bar bosses don’t work hard should meet October Pennington. She spent years busting her butt at the Poop Deck Lounge, a salty Southside karaoke den; the whole time she pinched pennies and wooed investors in th...



Nice Impresarios Finish First

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I think I’ve figured out the key to success as a club owner here.


Night Moves

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There may be Irish people who don’t go to bars, but I don’t know any of them. The best thing about my Emerald-Isle pals is that they are to a man/woman the drinkingest folks I know. They definitely don’t care ...



The Champagne of Breweries

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To a professional drinker like Last Call, certain occasions call for certain libations. Smoking cigars while togging JC Penney’s latest line of formal business attire? Gotta have cognac. Sitting down to a fancy dinner dat...


Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy

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Call topless bar magnate Walt Duncan anything you want – just don’t accuse him of being a pimp.



You and Me, Cassidy’s

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Let’s face it: Sooner or later, you’re gonna find yourself near Meacham Airport looking to party. (Don’t worry: It happens to the best of us.) But don’t sweat it. Last week, I found myself out in the mid...


Hairdressers On Fire

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Being fashionable in a supremely fashionable city, like Milan or New York or Paris or Miami, is as easy as pie. It’s pretty much the law – break it at the risk of committing social suicide.



Big in Japan

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Let’s try a little faux-sociological experiment. I’ll say the name of a club, and you tell me what kind of club you think it is.


Rainbow Coalition

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Last Call’s affinity for queer Clubland can be summarized in the immortal words of Alicia Bridges: I love the nightlife. I got to boog-ay. On the disco ra-ha-ounnnd. Yeah.