The weekend is laying prop bets on the Puppy Bowl.
Your Valentine’s Day toolbox is now well stocked with supplies from the love experts at Jimmyjane. We’re also making sure you have at least twice the usual amount of lingerie on hand for the occasion and a two-hour private Polaroid session where someone can... display it.
This weekend, something big is happening: you’re wearing clothes. (Also, there’s a football game.) First, head here to snag Southern-gentlemanly button-downs, shoes, blazers, winter coats and/or some ties. You’ll also get a gratis glass of bourbon—the unofficial liquor of jacket shopping.
From the category of “excuses to head to Cowtown,” we have big news. The largest beer garden on the Trinity River is now open for business. At the Woodshed Smokehouse, you’ll settle in at a riverside picnic table with a pint of Rahr and some smoked brisket. We don’t recommend swimming back to Dallas.
1983: M*A*S*H ended. The McNugget was introduced. Also: the original Rio Room opened. Thus, this party, where you can dance to mashups of Prince and the Police. No, they won’t be serving McNuggets.
You’re ready for Sunday—you’ve been Gchatting with Belichick about prevent defense all week. Now you just need the perfect watch party—ideally one with a 30-foot projection screen, buckets of beer and a fajita bar, maybe at a theater. Just spitballing here...
Some call it the Super Bowl. Some call it an excuse to party on a Sunday. If you’re more the latter type, head to Primebar. They’re covering their parking lot with a massive tent and rolling out cocktail bars and projection screens. Perfect for watching commercials.
