You’ve been on the planet for at least six decades, and you’ve lived in Austin for at least three and a half of them. But when it comes to dancing... well, those (prosthetic) hips don’t lie.
Dirty Sixth St
Every hangover is the worst hangover of your life thanks to shots named after your proclaimed personal idol, Charlie Sheen. You yell “wooooo!” and “aaaayyyy” with increased abandon, and perpetually wake up in bed with scraped knees, strangers, and/or half-eaten slices of pizza. You can’t wait to go back next weekend.