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DOWNTOWN MONLEON’S LAST FRIDAY EVENT

Every last Friday of the month, Monleon hosts an event that allows residents to unwind, spend time with their loved ones, and immerse themselves in the artsy, eclectic, and culture-driven community that they call home, transforming Monleon into an even livelier little city than usual. Walking down Mainstreet, residents will be able to gaze at the work of Monleon’s artist colony, gathering over 20 painters, potters, spinners, and more. Galleries, boutiques, speciality shops and restaurants alike open their doors to the public singing, dancing, strolling or serenading the community and its guests.

Set amongst charming old Florida houses and flora, the vibe is as fresh and hip as the art itself. Enjoy music as Bayfront Marina Park comes alive with local and regional musicians, playing everything from jazz and blues to rock and roll and contemporary hits, swaying to the gentle tides and the whirl of sailboat masts, fluttering against a backdrop of vibe-worth tunes, food, drinks, and smiling faces.

Whether you’re a local, new in town, or just passing through, Monleon welcomes you to celebrate the first Last Friday event of the new year, and enjoy the cool breezes and moonlight sky that is sure to bring our tight-knit community together.

IMPORTANT LINKS.

AROUND MONLEON

MAP OF MONLEON

DETAILS.

WHO: Residents of Monleon and their families are invited to attend.

WHAT: Monthly Last Friday event held Downtown.

WHERE: Main Street, Downtown Monleon.

WHEN: In-character ⏤ Friday, Jan 29th from 5 PM to 11 PM; out of character –– Friday, Jan 29th to Feb 1st. Interactions open at noon!

DRESS CODE: None. Expect a 70°F Florida chill.

POINT OPPORTUNITIES.

Two (2) members may volunteer to submit a write-up to the Soleada Tribune. This is first-come, first-serve.

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OPEN STARTER @ THE MONLEON MEMORIAL GALA.

Rumors were scuttled around Atticus on East for weeks before the Gala, and yet whilst Emilia claimed to be immune to the curiosity that gripped her coworkers with the strength and might of Zeus, she had to admit–– she wondered, too, who would be catering the massive event. It wasn’t until the day prior that the restaurant’s name, a rival to the establishment she worked at, was splashed on the front cover of the local paper. She carefully examined the seemingly endless trays of food being passed around, raising her brow in appraisal at one shrimp cocktail that came her way. She comments to the individual beside her, “Monleon knows how to throw a 1920s extravaganza. Cocktails, Oysters Rockefeller’s, deviled eggs... I couldn’t have done it better myself.” There’s an embittered twist in her heart at the thought. “Think we’ll see blood at the auction?”