This weekend is unlikely to be a Disappointment, as your sweater can be ugly down to the sleeves, and still party by championing the grunge look

It gets a bit ugly, but that’s a good thing, whether it be a Brooklyn strike to go with an off-the-wall sweater, or a punk band whose music is deemed not quite respectable:
— The ugly sweater contest is one of the most ballyhooed bonanzas each year at the Hudson Bowling Center, and this holiday is no exception. The party on Saturday, Dec. 15, starts early, at 3 p.m., and you might want to squeeze in a few games of bowling also — if your outfit and its pinnings doesn’t make difficult the striving for strikes — or stay afterward for the karaoke, which is offered every Friday and Saturday night. There are prizes and other giveaways offered involving the aformentioned ugly sweaters, as the bowling center, which has been in business for decades, is striving to bring in some new blood and reach out to a broader area, while not forgetting about its core base.
— The Saturday night band at the Beach Bar in Lake St. Croix Beach is called The Disappointments, but we think they will be anything but, based on their hard-ass, tough rocker looks and their lineup of punk, alt-rock and pop songs to go with the mostly long hair. Where do they hail from? From in part Milwaukee, gotta love that, as the city is a force for this kind of music. (I saw one local newspaper article that championed the newfound and fancy, exotic and cocktail drink lineups at bars there, but we all still also behind the good ol’ beer swilling. To continue the metaphor, we go back to the band itself: “See the joke that it is,” they tongue-in-cheek suggest.
— Erin Livingston, often part of a trio, is a versatile and regionally well-recognized jazz, blues and R&B singer, and she will showcase all those genres when she plays Urban Olive and Vine on Friday, Nov. 14. She says her music can be enjoyed at venues all over “town,” in a broad sense.
— Hey Pedro: Its seventh heaven for the big chalk ads all over the sidewalk as you cross Second Street and wander upward most of a block to Pedro del Este. While like others who have followed the trend they leaded, there are small plates, but the multiple descriptive phrases written on the concrete as you go up a small incline are big and they tell a whopper of a tale.
— And then there are the $5 sandwiches and sauces available at Buffalo Wild Wings during the big game. It would be a $5 penalty not to indulge on things like double stacked burgers, especially when one is their namesake, with the First Half being a Buffalo chicken patty on top of Second Half straight beef.

— The Kates are great, the Kates are great, need I reiterate. With all the connections to the royalty in the Winter Carnival in St. Paul, right down to the owner, it’s worth repeating that the Klondike Kates (plural) will be at The Village Inn in North Hudson at 5 p.m. Saturday to lead karaoke. Oh yeah, there will be a meat raffle too.

Share the Post:

Related Posts

A hodgepodge listing of everything that’s truly different but maybe baked porage follows, and we’re not talking about a connect-the-dots or puzzle-pieces contest or one on Trump’s foreign policy, haha, rather what I saw and what will be seen around town in recent times. Mostly, one of each. Think you have the world’s, or more likely local church’s, best grilled cheese sandwich, (coming from the land of, specifically, well curded and curdled milk and honey?) Fry it to the test on Saturday. No this is not an autumn chili cookoff, or char the best burger, or even a poker run...
Music in the trees? It conjures up images of a poet wearing millenniums-ago robe and sandals while playing a lute and propped onto the fourth fork of a bigger-than-usual apple tree and doing a balancing act on his ass while he sings a soliloquy or a soffit. Maybe taking a bite in-between verses, to match what listeners chomped on if they hauled it in down long nature paths, making for dinner and a show with duos and trios, and one huge and elaborate band. Well didn’t quite get that lute-ist. Or a bassist so high on life and so-forth stoned...
Questions everywhere? These days, how do you dismiss an ad or a politician, or whoever or whatever pops up and occupies your computer screen, or mailbox, electronic or otherwise? And did that answer in the form of a package or letter or even air waves — coming from a pol or a pool? — ever actually arrive, like all those ads and flyers? Maybe it never will? And surely not written with a quill. As one friend just reminded me, it all starts with one problem leading into another set of problems. Or, like a volcano boiling and brewing and...
Hey today they threw it all back to you, as it is election day, and with it the last Badger gasp — if least if they’re our candidates — (is that the throaty noise they make?), with a soar-throated, campaign-trail rasp made by an audio-version plethora of last-minute flyers that fill our boxes with hopes to grasp, so we can check their boxes when we go to the polls and pick a (partial) winner to move on to full November midterms. Less then the Trump-triumphed manhandling our mailboxes got however, in the last election of this type. Those worn, creaking...
Scroll to Top