St. Patrick’s Day has come and gone, but that doesn’t mean you have to stand pat with this weekend’s entertainment:

— Leisha Gust, originally from Durand, Wis., rather than the typically based lead singers from the Twin Cities, fills that role for the band Lady Luck, which plays the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday, March 18. She also is the former Mrs. Minnesota International from back in 2008 and features long dark locks and even darker, lacy garb on stage, and on top of that, the group’s signature symbol is an Ace of Spades.

— The latest special of Irish eats and drinks goes on for the remainder of the month of March, not just St. Patrick’s Day: A Reuben sandwich and McGuiness beer for just $10.95.
— And to incorporate another timely spring event that is marching in, there are lunchtime tokens at Dick’s from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. during March Madness. And up on The Hill, Green Mill and also Buffalo Wild Wings, historically, are billing themselves as Hudson’s headquarters for March Madness basketball and at-your-house bracketing parties, offering special deals that are heavier on food, such as family size offerings on things such as Buffalo wings and pizza for the price of a Benjamin. But like any sport, there are rules to follow.

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