I already mentioned this in my column, but it’s worth reminding folks that tonight is the last show at Hana’s, the delightfully decrepit dive that has attracted cranky old queens, general riff-raff and the occasional pod of punks for years. Another great haunt bites the dust and this city loses another alternative venue for bands, but least they’re going out in gritty, grassroots style with a set from Sugar Farm.

After I’ve said farewell to Hana’s, I’ll be heading back to the north end (one Seattle neighborhood that knows how to protect and appreciate its dive bars) for El Chupacabra’s one-year anniversary celebration. No bar this year has brought me more happiness and headaches than Phinney Ridge’s Day-of-the-Dead-themed bar and I’m looking forward to enjoying a couple of pomegranate margaritas with Otis and the rest of the regulars. It’s happy hour all night and Slayer will undoubtedly be blaring from the jukebox, so if tequila, metal, and a seriously homey environment (the Chup is an old, converted bungalow) are your ideas of a good time, it’s the perfect place to spend your Thursday.