Four different and diverse ways/deals/offers/specials. Some seasonal, as we have spring/summer. Some shandies, or quite shady as from Sam Adams.
The 4 North salon, as it says on its signs, will get you as tan-ready — multiple times already — as my new, fresh-off-college, friend/twice-a-week bartender at The Agave, only nights, and doing service as a day server once a week, giving her a window of time for tanning. To mash some of the 4 North messages together and paraphrase: “Let” us spring forth and get your hair set for summer with a new do, since you needed a break after we did you up for spring break. Lest you stay too light in skin tone. To avoid this, just leave it all on the floor, veer left and go in the door. But not for lettuce. That would be up on The Hill.
When Winter turns to summer and its shandies, seasonal varieties need to be discounted, as known by this average Joe, whose last name is Winter. Leading the way is the dark Winter-named variety by Sam Adams. (Do Gomez and Morticia know about this? Wednesday is not of age, until her Thursday birthday. If it makes her 21, that will be the ultimate rager.) So hey, when I found that for a short time, you and/or I can get it in the sign-on-it-says shopping cart up-front at The Spirit Seller, for only $5.99. Dangerous bit of knowledge.
The Kwik Trip last chance Friday delivery is/was at 50 cents, and in this new summer season you could get a gallon of ice cream for under five bucks — minus said fee. Right Said Fred on a good Friday. He adds on his social media site that what goes round (like his small tush) comes around, so there will soon be a revisiting of this special, as well as a new concert tour, (just embellishing very broadly). This ice cold treat was billed as a hot deal to melt for. So much so, for need of further explanation, that the minimum was listed at $5, followed by a plus sign, followed by an asterisk, followed by a period.
Also shown on a sign. “Waiting for a sign? This sign might be that sign.” Come on in and take advantage of what the specials on their sign say — they being Bennett’s. You don’t even have to sign up. This effort was earlier announced with chalk on the sidewalk; much like had been done years earlier when this building housed something far different, the Dibbo’s rock club.
The three-day weekend is past before becoming four, but some of its specials persist, at least four signs worth by my math, so don’t take a pass on it. Read all about it first, then trek on down to a very diverse downtown with these deals. (Even here).
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