If you’ve got a large chunk of change burning a hole in your pocket and a blank spot above your bed filled with Mongolian lamb pillows, then Dallas is the […]
If you can tolerate the accent, we hear that Wolfgang Puck will be making an appearance at his new restaurant, Five Sixty, on Monday. The restaurant, which is taking over […]
Chocoholics in DFW are going to need to have their accountability buddies on speed dial this weekend. The Second Annual Chocolate Festival is in the sweet center of Denton on […]
Find yourself still talking about “O” faces or chalking it up to a “bad case of the Mondays?” Mike Judge, former Garland resident and writer/director of such cult faves as […]
I have new plans for what is to happen to my body after I die. In lieu of the boring old idea of just leaving my body to science, I now want to be cremated. AND THEN, after I’m cremated, is when the shit really starts going down.
About once a year, my dad will challenge me to an arm-wrestling competition. This normally occurred at the largest size family-function of the year, be it Christmas, the 4th of July or my Mom’s fiftieth birthday.