Since I do go to school here in Houston, I safely assume most of us who aren't kept by our parents, boy/girlfriend, or even a sugar daddy/mother need to work to support themselves.

I know of many friends who are moonlighting as food servers by day, but are rock gods, soon to be doctors, and poets by night. Or we are currently in our internships while going to school, attempting to end the slavery college has on our finances and the time it has been taking away from us.

Sometimes it feels like the only thing that can get us through the week is a nice cold adult beverage.

Much like the song "Out Tonight" from RENT (based on Jonathan Larson's life), "So let's find a bar, so dark we forget who we are, where all the scars, from the nevers and maybes die."

Instead of making (and dying from drinking) moonshine, you could just spend 30 cents at Status Lounge. They currently have a special for wells drinks only costing 30 cents on Thursdays and 50 cents on Friday. (Wells drinks are made from cheap, house liquor.)

Now, this is a club/bar, but if you don't like to dance, you can sit outside on the patio where there's a cool-comfy sitting area overlooking midtown. It's a great spot to smoke, especially in a city where there aren't many places to comfortably do that.

Drunken madness (if you like to point and watch girls fall to the floor, Status Lounge is the spot) often provides a free sideshow. All the failed pickups are another source of humor. The reasonable price and very relaxed atmosphere outside (and not-so-relaxed atmosphere inside) sort of makes this a place to bring varying group of friends.

Since the drinks are cheap, the people are young (not the old guys hitting on girls though), and with music going on, there is no reason you can't find someone. Or at least leave with some stories to tell.

I'm definitely not the best pick-up artist, but one night at Status I realized I was the target. I asked the guy if he was hitting on me. He said he was. Then, I asked whether he was gay or straight. He commenced to pull off his shirt and tell me, "I'm whatever you want me to be."

Now Status doesn't really target the gay market (the club's flyers have bikini babes on them and the place is usually full of hetero couples showing little restraint), so I was one shocked, and two really surprised. I hadn't shaved in a couple of days so my beard was a bit longer than usual, and I literally went in the worst attire possible.

Alcoholic goggles at its best I guess.

But do you expect when the drinks are 30 cents each? Sophisticated courtship isn't exactly on the menu.