For something new this weekend, how about going Low, and were not talking about the rock band, but some local drinks that mean that less is more, and you can indulge more often than usual and still not low brow it.

— Fort starters, how about something different but still trendy, as in a couple of gluten free brews. At Guv’s Place in Houlton, try what’s billed as the environmentally friendly New Planet Blonde Ale. And at Dick’s Bar and Grill, they’re offering the blacksmith-approved Smith & Forge hard cider as the special brew of the month.

— Coach’s in River Falls is offering the low calorie “Little Black Dress” vodka drink, which means you can indulge more and still fit into that outfit. And at $3 a pint, you can have more than one and still keep your wallet fat, but not your hips.

— In talking about the middle, it’s the middle of the week, Wednesday evening, that Dick’s bartender Amanda will trade her tap for a microphone and lead her trio, called Jawsy, in song. Could there be an alternative name? I teased her that her outfit should be named the AmandaBand — kind of like Phil Collins penning the title Abacab — but she dismissed it, although saying that she could see how a wordsmith like myself could come up with such a moniker.

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