W. Healy

Houston isn't my hometown, but I've lived here for 10 years now. And yet, horror of horrors, until recently I'd never been to Lola's Depot (2327 Grant St., 713-528-8342). Hey, jerks! I can see you all shaking your heads. Gimme a break. It's not like the place is real easy...

Houston isn't my hometown, but I've lived here for ten years now. And yet, horror of horrors, until recently I'd never been to Lola's Depot (2327 Grant St., 713-528-8342). Hey, jerks! I can see you all shaking your heads. Gimme a break. It's not like the place is real easy...

Saturday was one of those drinking marathons that cause me to wake up the next day and ask myself questions like, "How old am I, again?," "Why is my wallet in the toilet?" and "How did I break my pants?" Anything worth doing is worth doing to irresponsible excess, right?...

Saturday was one of those drinking marathons that cause me to wake up the next day and ask myself questions like, "How old am I, again?," "Why is my wallet in the toilet?" and "How did I break my pants?" Anything worth doing is worth doing to irresponsible excess, right?...

Friday night is karaoke night at Christian's Tailgate (2000 Bagby, 713-527-0261), which can only mean one thing: drunken idiots. To stand up and belt it out in front of a room full of people, most of us need to be seriously soused. Spectators, in order to endure the aural assault,...