The big Halloween costume party weekend is past, but wait, there is one more such shindig to go to! After all, Wednesday is Halloween officially, and the Beach Bar just on the Minnesota side of the St. Croix River is having its costume party then, to give the adults an option other than just trick or treating, with prizes in cash or its equivalent, not just candy. And the costume contests aren’t the only chance to show off your skills, you just might get the chance to take the stage in song, too. So don’t put away that Halloween get-up just yet and see you there! — Another quality trio is set to take the stage at Urban Olive and Vine on Friday evening. Known for her ability to take over the stage live and capture her audience, it is said, Barbara Meyer engulfs the listener in spirals of deep and soulful lyrics, with her own songs having undertones of playful humor and intrinsic spirituality. Her extensive background in theater, (as theatrics befit the holiday), coupled with a Master’s degree in opera, has honed her vocals known for their genre-jumping ability, encompassing not only jazz, but roots rock, reggae, Broadway, gospel, folk and cabaret. It that weren’t enough, if you’re lucky, you’ll catch her hula-hooping shtick. — Youth is served, musically at least, so this is not your grandpa’s music. High school students from Hudson and beyond will be playing in various forms at Urban Olive and Vine from 6-7:30 p.m. on the first Thursday of every month. — This is dead-on the drink of this season that starts with Halloween. Featuring Espolon tequila, you can figuratively of course party with the walking dead, with the dead fiesta drink at Dick’s Bar and Grill. And if you’re really lucky, you just might get one of their over the top T-shirts boasting a skeleton riding a mule. Perfect. — This is a six-pack with more than usual financial punch. At Village Liquor in North Hudson, they have a fall special of a whopping $2 off six cans of of Sam Adams Oktoberfest brew. All you have to do is also buy some authentic village ravioli, in the style still made by the local old-school Italians. And wouldn’t that go well with a beer anyway? Also in the same vein at Village Liquor, is a going past Halloween — of course as supplies allow — their holiday special of buying a red or white sauce and getting free Italian breadsticks from the same local maker in the village. — And this as LATE BREAKING NEWS. Go on Halloween night, and you have all night, to Kozy Korner in the village and the kids get free candy, but even moreso is the adult equivalent of candy, a free jello shot. Yummy for the people over age 21.
The Beach Bar keeps the Halloween season going days past the weekend parties, with a costume party of their own on the actual night of the dead, on a coming-soon evening
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