Mamma mia, that’s-a spicy weekend.
Perks. Get some: 1) 25% off dapper Italian-leather shoes so comfortable, you’ll feel like you’re getting a foot massage. 2) 20% off the Equil JOT—an amazing smartpen that syncs everything you write to your devices. 3) Your very own personalized champagne sabre. Just in time for champagne-popping season.
We know. It’s cold. Still, go to the Artmore’s courtyard tonight. They’re warming you up with blankets, heaters and gratis apple hot toddies in order to properly introduce their new ongoing weeknight game series. In it: things like Clue, Jenga and Pictionary. Not in it: Mouse Trap. Be strong.
November 17, 1994: Tongue & Groove opens. It’s fun. It’s great.
There are no robots.
Tonight: Tongue & Groove turns 19. It’s still fun. It’s still great. There’s...
kind of a robot. It’s actually a guy on stilts walking around in a high-powered, LED robot suit. Progress
is weird.
Every weekend you ask us the same question, and every weekend the answer is no. Until now. That’s right... the answer to the question “Will I ever go to an art exhibit with charcoal drawings, beer, shrimp cocktail and a ping-pong table?” is finally yes. Right. Take care.
Tomorrow. That’d be a great day to get an early jump on holiday shopping at Atlantic Station. And by that, we mean not doing that and checking out its new 10,000-square-foot ice rink and hot chocolate stand instead. Simple misunderstanding.
Go to your happy place... Your friends are there. Beers from Three Taverns, Twains and dozens of other breweries are there. Live Americana-type bands are there. Oh. So your happy place is this new beer fest at a Shriners temple on Ponce. Great happy place.
