The Easter holiday held sway, but the nightlife still suffered no strife:
— The humorous ads for Hill City Church, saying they take the message of Jesus seriously, (and not so much themselves), placed in local bar restrooms have been attracting attention. Especially of late, when they threw their hat in the ring as far as attracting new members, for Holy Week. As they said, “Come for the story, stay for the celebration!” Kind of the reason you went to the bar in the first place!
— Bartender Sue and a Village Inn patron were talking at the bar late at night, and late in the week, and Holy Thursday church services were referenced as effecting a mutual friend’s schedule and ability to come in for a drink. The person’s Catholic vs. Lutheran persuasion came up as a factor. Maybe better to be a Jehovah’s Witness if you want a whiskey, or a Buddhist if you want a bourbon! (Or maybe not).
— Urban Olive and Vine posted a sign saying they would move beyond their typical weekend acoustic music and bring their home to yours, and cater Easter dinner and be a “secret chef,” letting you focus on other things, like the relatives. They’d bring the bunny and make it a honey of a deal
— Former Pepper Fest King Ron and I discussed the merits of Stairway to Heaven while at the Village Inn recently, and looking forward, said we should revisit it at his ultimate man cave, (much more than a garage). A similar set of song-lovers from Cherry Circle at one point had gone over to Guv’s Place and listened to guitar player/singer Kyle Kohila. One of the close-knit group was Michele, who tragically lost her husband in a summer plane crash, an event that unfortunately was revived in the media lately. A favorite song that was requested, although not exactly Kyle’s forte, was Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey. One of the group of friends persisted, and although Kyle initially was coy about knowing any Journey, he reportedly soon launched into a spirited version of the song.
— Brandon, the deejay at Dick’s, said on the night before Easter that he was taking some poetic, or should I say musical license, because the number of dancers was slim, (they waited until the next night to turn out in droves). So, said the former frontman for rockers Deviant Distraction, there would be much less of the usual hip-hop and rather six minutes of Tool, not to mention Motley Crue and AC/DC. Which brings to mind what I saw as an error on my car radio what-song-is-playing readout, “AC?DC.” No “Slash” here, but was there ever any question? Well, in a way, because if your from the former GNR, you’d have to be the lead singer, Axl Rose, to go on tour with AC/DC, in a gig that was just announced.
— A bartender trainee in North Hudson headed south to take in the boys hockey state tournament, and while still a Hudson High School senior, and girls hockey player, had a great time — like everyone does, including myself in days as a sports editor, as they don’t call it March Madness for nothing. (As an aside, I can only remember one other girl who, because of turning 18 early, was pouring drinks downtown while at the same time pouring through the books for her high school finals). This one plays as a defender, and wants to do the same at UW-Stout next year; she’d considered Iowa, but that’s too far away, (even Madison is closer).
— Last year around this time, tutus like those worn by a fairy were sported by several downtown patrons, and fittingly, a wand was left a short distance away on the sidewalk, the concrete of which was also sporting a sort-of disemboweled billiard ball. Did it get that way by any kind of magic trick? And both last year and this, detached sprigs of holly could also be seen dressing up the sidewalk just down the way.
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