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Killer CutsIt's a slice 'n' dice disco at the Texas Turntable Massacre, Part IIEileen Aguirre, Jason Kerr, Travis RitterPublished on October 27, 2005SAT 10/29 This year, Heller has moved the party to the swanky new downtown club Next. DJs Sean Carnahan, Randall Jones and the Boys and Girls Club DJs will be on hand to provide dance-friendly tunes. The treats for the eyes will come courtesy of hot dancers dressed as bloodthirsty butchers, Leatherface-costumed Next employees and, of course, screenings of the entire Texas Chainsaw Massacre catalog. You're strongly encouraged to come gussied up in your Halloween best, but your finest weekend attire will do in a pinch. "Everyone else comes out dressed in wigs and crazy outfits," says Carnahan, who spun at the first Massacre. "It's the crowd that gives it that spark." The chopping starts at 9 p.m. Saturday, October 29. 2020 McKinney. For tickets, call 713-221-8833 or visit www.whatsnexthouston.com. $10. -- Travis Ritter Pub Fiction's Bacardi Fiction When my friend Eileen asks me to come see her at work, which just so happens to be a bar, I say, "Well"you know how I hate bars." When I hear it's called Pub Fiction (2303 Smith, 713-400-8400), I think, "Oh, shit, another pretentious club full of fakes and overpriced drinks," but of course I go anyway. I walk into the industrial-looking office building and realize I couldn't have been more wrong about the place. It's packed with a young crowd drinking up their week's pay. I'm trying to find a place to sit when Eileen asks me what I want to drink. Looking over the list, I'm turned on by the Bacardi Fiction. As I wait for my order, I check out the crowd, which is mostly single women smoking Marlboro Lights and drinking beer. There are hardly any guys -- my kind of joint. I'm slightly entertained watching all the flat-screen TVs and listening to 94.5 FM trying to stir up a buzz (but this crowd is buzzed enough). Eileen returns with my drink, and I move to the plush couches near the stage. I guess because I'm sitting by myself, a fortysomething woman comes over and starts talking to me -- just me! She is so hot, I immediately feel like a man-hunk or something. She tells me all about her kids and boyfriends, and I counterattack, telling her I used to be a male model. Later, she gives me her card. In return, I give her a Metro bus pass. 3 ounces Bacardi Silver rum Pour all the ingredients into a pint glass filled with ice and stir. -- Jason Kerr Eight Arms to Rock You SAT 10/29 Muertos Moves TUE 11/1
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