Times are in SLT.
Lou’s Block Party
September 24 @ 2:00 pm - 6:00 pm
Free
Cold drinks. Free Food. Come join Lou’s Bar at its re-introduction block party. No dress code, just a damn good time!
Times are in SLT.
Cold drinks. Free Food. Come join Lou’s Bar at its re-introduction block party. No dress code, just a damn good time!
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