#1 MOST HAPPY HOUR DELAYING INTERSECTION IN HOUSTON

This Intersection Is Trying To Break Your Heart

This Intersection Is Trying To Break Your Heart

The corner of Westheimer and Dunlavy. We don’t care how good of time you made to Poison Girl, you are going to wait atleast three light cycles before you get to make it though this intersection. Some seriously MUST TURN crab trap is going to block the light for at least an entire cycle, whether you are on Westheimer or Dunlavy. So sit in tight and be sure you’ve got tunes on the stereo, cause if you’re listening to anything off the first three Spoon records you’re going to need at least two tracks.

#2 RINGO STARR’S PHOTOGRAPH

Nothing shocked us on our most recent party call me extreme Montrose East Reunification Committee trip to New York than the serious dearth of people unaware of the genius of the Ringo Star track Photograph. Our frustration was only compounded as a Saturday keg got floatier and the ingredients with which to grill became sparser on the ground than Diadadros at a Golden Axe show. To remedy, we felt it neccesary to climb onto a fire escape, assemble whatever sound projection equipment was within non-theft distance, and blare the golden oldie to as many Prospect Heights ears that could hear. The ever clutch DUG realized quickly that said fire escape was equipped with a bucket and pulley delivery system. He was equipped with an iPod containing Red Fang and a bottle of Jaeger. So was born DJ FIRE ESCAPADES.

#3 ARBY’S
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE/FAST FOOD FRANCHISE?

#4 BARS IN THE G.O.O.F.
NJ’s. TA’s Cargo Club. Dutchman. Red Hawg. Red’s Country Place. Katty Korner. The Petrol Station. Lynn’s Longbranch Inn. Garden Oaks/Oak Forrest. What are you, Arby’s? What are you doing with your life?

#5 EGYPT VS. SIGUR ROS’ VID SPILUM ENDALAUST

We used to live in Cairo. Senior Year. Best Years Ever. We don’t know anyone in this video beyond the super brief shot of settledownbrown in the opening moments, but it’s such a beautiful blender of sound and vision and editing that we’re pretty sure we fucked our entire lives up by leaving and never returning, to say nothing of the fact that we’re the only assholes we know who speak Arabic and don’t do anything with it other than buy cigarettes when we’re loaded next door from Rudyard’s. It seriously made us cry out of beauty (but never pitty). Next time you look in the mirror and say WTF, remember atleast you didn’t blow it as hard as we did.