If the dog is blind, can he see the Fat Tuesday beads? Find out by checking out upcoming events:

— They say dogs are very loyal, and this is especially true of the band Blind Dog and their sticking to it as far as specializing in modern rock. They play at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday, Feb. 6. Of Blind Dog’s 59-song play list, there are only a few that steer from that approach, and those tend to be southern rock that steers toward regular rock, (think Lynyrd Skynyrd), and pop that leans toward rocking out (such as Blink 182).

— Fat Tuesday these days is somewhat of a forgotten holiday, but on Feb. 9 at Green Mill, from 4-9 p.m., they’ll strive to make it bead-worthy, with food and drink specials that include $4 Hurricanes, and the chance to get a $25 gift card by guessing the number of beads in a jar. There also is a buy one, get one free offer for short Miller Lites. The online coupon for that specifies that the free beer is only available to the person who orders and consumes the first beer. Gee, that must mean that I’m not the only one who is one-and-done, and just maybe might give away that second drink!
A guy you might see is an occasional patron who lives in the southwest metro but says he comes all this way to partake in the local Green Mill specials. It was pointed out to him that there are other Green Mills along the route he travels, but his preference is the one here in Hudson. All that gas, just to save some green!

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