Ghostly
A couple weeks ago, I wrote about dead Mondays, and in doing so I caught some flak for what was perceived as a slight...
Nose — and Bottoms — Up
Once upon a time, I had amusingly fanciful aspirations of becoming a homebrewer. I bought Homebrewing for Dummies and read about hops and yeast...
Wine Times Ten
My friend Mike told me they’re making wine in Alpine now. “Alpine, Texas?” I asked. Really? Because although I’ve never been there I think...
RIPs
The other night, I stopped into VIP Lounge on White Settlement Road for a beer. Being a Monday and all, the place was pretty...
St. Elsewhere?
For the sake of some jokes, I spent half the morning trying to think up reasons why I don’t like St. Patrick’s Day or,...
St. Stephen’s Day Any Day
My friend Emily is possibly the funniest woman in the world. At least, in my world. And she is brilliant at organizing boozy get-togethers....
Southern Comfort
It may not be explicitly part of the job description, but part of a bartender’s duties includes lending an ear to every stereotypical and...
Woody’s Bar Olympics
I don't know how it happened, but at some point last year, I started getting issues of Maxim in the mail. I swear I...
The Connection to Cowtown
I don't know about you, but, to me, names are very important. Call me uppity, but I'd be hard pressed to see a band...
The Scat Plan
I really meant to go to bed early on Monday night. Or early-ish anyway. Since I had a jam planned at The Me-Thinks World...
