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As far as weekend events, its rain, rain, go away, there’s cycling to be done today, after the band had stopped its play.
— The annual Unfrost Your Nuts motorcycle rally should be able to do just that, easily. Rain is supposed to end by about 9 a.m. on Saturday, April 12, and from there it’s warm temperatures for the annual run that features cyclists gathering shortly before noon on the street outside the Mallalieu Inn in North Hudson — sometimes as many as 5,000. It’s free, but a new twist is the vendors in the inn’s parking lot.
— It what is becoming a weekly go-to event, the Friday night band at the brand new Smilin’ Moose was again hopping on April 11 as Bad Girlfriends took the stage. The nightclub that is owned by Twin Cities luminaries — think G.B. Leighton’s Pickle Park and the Wild Bill’s venues — was forged by gutting the former Sports Club and replacing it with a wood-hewn theme and loads of TVs and has been open for almost a month. Some of their acts have bucked the recent trend of soloists and duets and had bands with as many as six players. Next Friday it’s the pop-rock of the veritable Uncle Chunk, considered perhaps the best cover band coming out of the Cities. The Bad Girlfriends performance was noteworthy because of one trifecta and almost another, as they closed one set with a trio of songs from Journey, then opened the next with two straight AC/DC standards.
— Speaking of Bad Girlfriends, they had on sale pairs of lighted red devil horns for $5 — and one horn for $3! Can you truly wear one of those without the other? It reminds me of one guy dancing downtown a while back who had the only one Viking horn and wore it unicorn style, but on the side like it was coming out of his ear.
— And for an event that’s also different, something they specialize in at Dick’s Bar and Grill, there is Sunday afternoon’s doubles cribbage tournament — you can share the thrill of victory and agony of defeat with a partner! Just like those doubles darts tournaments they have at Dick’s on occasions like Valentine’s Day, but on those you better not lose, or you’re really in the doghouse.

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