The Weekend Guide
Your honor, we’ve reached a verdict: We heart four-day weeks.
SEE
Dance This
What: More than 100 of the region’s best young dancers bust a move.
Why: It ain’t kid stuff.
When: Fri., 7:30 p.m.; Sat., 7:30 p.m.
Where: The ...
Your honor, we’ve reached a verdict: We heart four-day weeks.
SEE
Dance This
What: More than 100 of the region’s best young dancers bust a move.
Why: It ain’t kid stuff.
When: Fri., 7:30 p.m.; Sat., 7:30 p.m.
Where: The ...
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This weekend’s taking off like a bat out of hell.
EAT
Meatloaf Madness
What: Ethan Stowell, Tom Hurley, Kevin Davis, and other top chefs revive the cook-off classic to benefit the Boys & Girls Clubs of King County.
Why:
In the age-old battle of nature versus nurture, you root for both. Unless you mean your wilted window box. (Your violets have a better chance of surviving when you go away for vacation.)
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