For some undiscovered reason, the Social always manages to get the best-looking crowd in town. Well-dressed, well-coiffed and well-endowed -- such is the Socialite clientele, and they come out in droves each month for the recurring club night Sundown at the Social. They may not be as scantily clad as they are in the summer months, but they're still hot. Sundown is one of Houston's most resilient regular parties -- it recently celebrated its second anniversary -- and, like George Clooney, it's getting hotter with age. Recent Sundowns have jammed straight through to 2 a.m. And the fact that the party falls on a Sunday night is hardly an excuse for revelers to nestle in one of the indoor leather chairs. The outdoor dance floor is still the party's focus, governed by the house-music stylings of DJs Champa Moore and Sean Carnahan, along with special guest DJ Randall Jones.
For a place that was built out of an old gas station, the club has plenty to offer in the way of eye candy: Guests can admire the club's crystal chandeliers or the Pakistani carvings in the wood door that opens onto the palm-tree-decked patio. But we say grab a cosmopolitan and set your sights on a fellow guest -- and resign yourself to a rough morning at work. Doors open at 5 p.m. 3730 Washington (at Yale). For information, call 713-426-5585 or visit www.thesocialinfo.com. Free. -- Julia Ramey
Blanco's Bar & Grill's Tequila Sun
It was a miracle every time I woke up and wasn't lying face down in a pool of my own urine. My body had turned into a six-foot-tall, 200-pound stumbling river of Chardonnay. I needed a drink like I needed another cavity search, but I was thirsty as hell. I plopped my bony ass down on a barstool at Blanco's Bar & Grill (3406 West Alabama, 713-439-0072) and thought about the coming year. "My resolutions won't last but a week," I thought to myself as I ordered a tequila sun. I'd had around three or four of them when a chick with fake boobs, a cowboy hat and skintight jeans came running up to me with a cell phone, jabbing at it like it was a voodoo doll. "That son of a bitch has been cheating on me for weeks!" she shrieked into my ear. "I'm gonna call every last whore he slept with..." She apparently had stolen her boyfriend's phone when he got up to take a squirt. By the time the poor bastard came out of the can, we were already in the parking lot, groping each other like it was prom night. I wound up sleeping with her, but not before we knocked over her Christmas tree and set the damn bed on fire because she refused to put out her cigarette.
2 ounces Cuervo Gold tequila
1-1/2 ounces orange juice
In a plastic cup (or anything that won't break when it falls off the nightstand), measure out tequila and OJ. Consume like your life depends on it, or at least until you find the number of the nearest clinic. - J.W. Crooker
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Better Than a Kegger
With so many clubs and bars promoting weekly "college nights" for kids, the flyers really have to pull you in. But the one for Industry Cafe's "College Night Wednesdays" got our attention right away. Sure, it lists the usual draws for college kids: no cover charge, free "student" giveaways and a DJ (N.O.S.) spinning hip-hop and Top 40 tunes. But the flyer also includes two busty gals in glasses. So, yeah, maybe we're just hyping up this night because of a couple of hot girls. But isn't that what college is all about? 9 p.m. Wednesdays. 2110 Rusk. For information, call 713-222-2233 or visit www.industrycafe.net. Free. - Craig D. Lindsey
We all get sick of Richmond and Westheimer, sweating our perms out in packed clubs while Lil Jon destroys our eardrums. The antidote to the strip: Mocha Lounge Suite at Omni Central. Brought to us by the creators of the MOCHA Urban Hang Suite Web site (www.mochasuite.com), the newly minted weekly is a classy gumbo of alternative R&B/hip-hop (mostly provided by neo-soul house band Kosmic Soul), spoken-word poetry and laid-back cool. If you're looking for a place to get crunk, this sure as hell isn't it. 8 p.m. Wednesdays. 1909 Scott. For information, call 713-774-7469 or visit www.mochasuite.com. $10. - Craig D. Lindsey