Laughing all the way to go play cribbage and drink root beer whiskey, if the hypnotist prompts you to do so.
— The best things in life are free, but they can be downright hilarious when there’s no cover charge for a hypnotist/comedian. That is the case when Rick Turner puts on his show at the Village Inn in North Hudson on Friday, starting at 8:30 p.m. I asked bartender Sue, “Are you harder to hypnotize if you’ve been drinking?” Her response, “It’s probably easier.” Guess we’ll find out.
— Some things apparently are better done with two people than one. That’s the case with the cribbage tournament this Saturday, Jan. 10 at Dick’s Bar and Grill, as it has a doubles format that had attracted 17 duos — that’s 34 people — as of Tuesday night. There is a $10 entry fee, a cash prize for first, one free drink for all players and other perks such as gift cards for players. You can signup with your bartender for play that starts at 1 p.m.
— You can now buy Uncle Bob’s root beer flavored whiskey at Dick’s, and the flyer promoting it asks “have you seen Uncle Bob?” (Is he one of those funny uncles?) Right above his printed name is shown a fancy, handlebar mustache. Yeah, I think that guy has been around. His brew can even be made into a root beer float but adding horchata liqueur.
— A duo named the MTVs played the Smilin’ Moose lodge late in December, and their song selection was something that the music network could learn something from, as it went beyond the tried and true. They opened a set by playing Johnny Cash, followed by Twin Cities favorites Local H, then followed by Cake.

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