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Showing the Love At Lola’s
That rat-bastard pollen-exploding scrub bush, mountain cedar, has proven to be bigger, bolder, and more badasser than me. For three weeks I have been...
Cheap F*cks in Dallas
Some friends and I went to Dallas on Saturday to watch the full-band, real-vocals iteration of Euless-based international pop star Steve Gnash, who, fronting...
Grace-ful Women and Wine Wednesday
I’m a feminist. For some inexplicable reason, that word can terrify men and women alike. That simply means I believe in the political, economic,...
Resolutions: Revolutions
The New Year makes its feverishly anticipated debut on Sunday, which means that many of you might already be jotting down resolutions. I haven’t...
Fort Worth of the Future
I ran away from home again last week. I recognize I’m not a teenager fed up with rules like “Don’t drink a bottle of...
The Year in Bars
Welp, 2016 is finally nearing the end of its reign of nut-punching d-baggery, which means you’ve probably already been eyeballs-deep in Internet content recapping...
Frankie’s: Thanks, Obama
Finding a true sports bar to post up at for football Sunday proved a lot more difficult than it was in past years. Not...
A Bullshitters Guide to Bar Life
The obvious function of bars is to sell alcoholic beverages, but to me, that’s the least interesting part of them – it’s like saying...
Holidaze
Is it just me, or does this year seem to be the result of a series of escalating dares? Earlier this week I was...
Beer Trumps Hate
As this issue goes to press, 2016 North Texas Beer Week is at its midpoint. If you peruse the rest of this week’s Weekly,...
