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We spent last weekend at Crystal Mountain Resort, and we picked up a few tips from the staff to help you manage the crazy crowds during MLK weekend.

It's not easy to get to the South Park neighborhood of Seattle. At least it wasn't for us. We had directions to a marina where we would get a guided tour and we still had problems. With a guide! Last Saturday we drove around Harbor Island a little, saw some sights, met lots of friendly Chinese and finally arrived at the Harbor Marina just in time for a Duwamish river tour and the opening weekend of the Living Barge project.

Last Saturday night Seattlest was shivering outside the Paramount waiting for the friend-with-the-tickets to show up for the New Pornographers/Belle and Sebastian show. From our vantage point, we watched as the doors opened and the line poured into the Paramount, a standing wave forming a few feet before the marquee, as people held up their cell phones to take a picture in case of massive cerebral trauma rendering them unable to remember where they were later on.

Last Saturday, Seattlest attended what may be one of the final public screenings of Not Straight Forward, a documentary film by Jenny Ting, about Seattle’s lesbian dating scene. Saturday’s screening was the icebreaker to a broader evening of burlesque, feather boas and dancing, provided by Girl4Girl Productions. Seattlest didn’t stick around for these festivities, but the film sure was super. (Thanks for asking!)

Last Saturday, Seattlest and furry friend, Annabelle, left the fenced-in confines of the city and headed east to the Cascades for some stirring scenery, unsullied air, and belly-deep river water.

Last Saturday night Seattlest trundled off to McCaw Hall for opening night of Die Fledermaus (running through January 28). We were a little doubtful about just how much fun the operetta (a word that means, "before there were Broadway musical-comedies") would be. General Director Speight Jenkins had cast some giant-voiced Wagnerians in the leads of a lithe, witty farce and it seemed counterintuitive, to be frank with you. With an icing-thin plot involving an extended, not-very-funny practical joke, Fledermaus only works if the Viennese tendency to waltz in the face of disaster perfectly balances the sad reality of a couple who have gotten tired of each other and are looking elsewhere for fun.

Something happened this weekend. The last time it happened, Saddam Hussein was a free man, Michael Jackson's biggest legal problem was an expired chimpanzee license, and Franz Ferdinand was best known for sparking a war that resulted in nine million deaths, not as a hipster band.

As we enter the final days of this year's SketchFest, let's take a walk down memory lane, all the way back to the heady times of the previous weekend: Last Saturday night, three members of Seattlest's collective entity assembled ourselves in a Voltron-like fashion for some comedy at the Capitol Hill Arts Center. We were there for the performances of two troupes, San Francisco's Prank the Dean and NYC's Elephant Larry.