I was out last night, sitting in a perfectly respectable restaurant in Sugar Land with my friend Anthony, when we started leafing through the latest Houston Press. Before long, I flipped to a page containing this ad (click for big, you should):
I'm appalled. Yet intrigued.
Best condition of attendance: "No bitch slappin' unless the ho be reckless eyeballin' some playa, then you might have to represent."