Weekend agenda: avoiding the Uptown Art Fair–or rather, its visitors–except on Saturday afternoon, which I’ve reserved for walking about the thing until I find a birthday present for my niece. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve got something against the art fair. (No, I don’t subscribe to the rather ridiculous “It isn’t art and it isn’t fair” mantra.) It’s just that I LIVE in Uptown for heaven’s sake–just around the corner from where the fair begins. It’s a real pain in the butt, see, because, for one, the pilgrims like to go tossing their popsicle sticks and ice cream sandwich wrappers on my lawn. And “the boyfriend” (always with a definite article so that he feels secure), will have trouble finding a parking spot. Me, I have off-street parking… which means I’ll also spend time warding off the crackheads who dare try parking in my spot!
Other stuff: Fringe Festival. I didn’t make it out “fringing” last night. But my particular picks for the weekend include: 12 Dancing Pricesses, which features my favorite Cafe Barbette barista; Music That Moves, which knocked my socks off at the Fringe Festival preview; and The Doctor Matt Show (Not A Doctor), created by and starring Pioneer Press reporter Matt Peiken, whose book by the same title cracked me up a lil’ bit.
And on Saturday evening, there’s an opening reception for Fashion Statement: Artists Explore The Realm Where Fashion Collides With Pure Self-expression at Outsiders and Others.
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