We’ve arrived at Fat Tuesday, the final gasp of beaded debauchery before 40 days of penitence and fasting. I’ve never been big on Mardi Gras, but I do like the idea of Lent. It’s a divinely ordained new year’s resolution with some actual consequences — if you quit going to the gym or have a cigarette by Feb. 1, you may have to bashfully concede to friends that your will was shattered on the rock of temptation. If you screw up during Lent, though, there’s always the chance you wind up in a Hieronymous Bosch painting.
Lent and the threat of eternal damnation can wait. Tonight, we march through Deep Ellum, focus on a new exhibit at the Fort Worth Modern, and listen to polyphonic music about polyamory at Trees.Read More