It’s more fun than a barrel full of monkeys, being also a (wheel) barrel (or is it right to say barrow or borrow, but you can’t give it back), packed full of booze! This charitable benefit can also benefit you, to lead off what’s known as Deer Hunter’s Eve, starting with the weekend, for all those other dears on a temporary “widowed” hunt by the huntresses. What a Gas(Lite) on Saturday afternoon!

Hey, the hauntings are passed so they become passe, and I get that’s its the soon-held deer hunting holiday and also Thanksgiving, one more important than the other, it depends who you are. And even a bit on your status on an eve midstream, (a fishing rather than hunting reference), and the rub here is if you happen to be single, or part of a family demanding turkey or maybe both, on this often these-days-forgotten series of early sunsets between Those Two Other Late-Year Holidays …

But if you are free from 12-6 p.m. on the 18th, yes a Saturday, you could flock to, indeed, Cindi’s Flock You (Breast) Cancer Benefit at The GasLite in Ellworth.
It has all the usual event trimmings — with the holidays coming but also as seen before that — like their filling spaghetti feed, as this ain’t no frumpy fruitcake, but also has a formitable meat raffle. But what really makes this esteemed occasion different then what I’ve covered before is this:
Show up, off of your laboring day, and win a wheel barrel filled to the rim (could be with rum) or other boozes (plural), as size matters. I’ll make no warranties, but you betcha your booze might be a bounty of beer or brandy or even bourbon, but to know for sure what’s bottled, you’ll have to stop by and see, as this could be the earlier-than-thou start of secret Santa …
The exact name of the medical malady (with her mammories and that’s no joke) for the woman you’ll be benefiting is a particular wordy type: Just try to say it fast twice after you’ve won and imbibed.

And as far as wheel barrel versus barrow versus borrow, (like you would from your kindly neighbor, like the guy over the sitcom fence who provides wisdom to The Hapless Tool Time Guy), you might want to reference online The Charismatic Voice and her music reaction to Hallowed Me Thy Name, and see what she has to say about how to pronounce Hallowed, two different ways as it depends on the circumstances under which it is used. This is a seven-plus minute song, but she cuts to the chase very quickly in her reaction, in case the deer stand is waiting for you. Don’t want to disturb the deer as they approach.

One of those (regional) stores courting customers moreso than ever at this time of year, in IA or WI only: Orange Friday in honor of deer hunting. (Could have started with a solemn Saturday or Maundy Monday, especially if you are a doe or a buck, even moreso?) Of note, they do not mention MN, and for sure IL — hey IA, too, has plenty of corn to give cover — although there’s much more habitat, with all these states, as you head north with varying distances (also from Chicago, where Google says I have a lot of vacationy readers.) So if you have the right geography, happy “dear” hunting. Especially if you are a deer hunting widow out with women-friends. You (may) have a window. Wednesday?
On that night, there are two places you might try, moreso than most. In New Richmond, getting further into deer country, there is at the Wild Badger what they call Drunksgiving to honor the billed-as-biggest bar night, with music. They this coming holiday weekend, and broadly and/or before, even boast neon glow sticks, in I’m guessing, the colors of the coming Christmas season, as well as that orange and brown you might expect on this night ahead of Turkey Day.
Also Wednesday night, Ziggy’s Hudson is having one of the two or three cover bands out of the Twin Cities — holiday travel theme on this perhaps the biggest such weekend we’ve seen? — on I’ll add another theme, as in grunge broadly, with Smells Like The ’90s taking the stage. (Although the widows will still do their holiday eve best to look fantastic. Just from past experience with such bands, you’ll likely hear and see, if you can stand the probable flannel — such as I wore to garner a near-top place during a karaoke contest based in part of appearance — lots of the likes of Nirvana and Alice in Chains and Pearl Jam, and not to be Outshined, but maybe going farther south than Seattle in an eclipsed Blackhole Sun-versus- Southern Cross starry way — but only in metamorphical terms not musically — with covers of Soundgarden songs.

I loved a sign outside Agave Kitchen that spoke of a safehouse for deer hunting. Can those bucks and does hang out there, too, with no worries? Fawns also, I indeed hope. So deer in the house, and not just deer mice? And I think this establishment treats carrying guns inside as a turkey. Is that bird safe at what they call, themselves, a nachos farm? Or go more macho. Muchas …

Lastly, tis the season, if you have a coat, or boots and gloves to donate. Or need them? This Saturday from 9 a.m. 3 p.m. at the small but mighty Cornerstone Church that’s smack dab in the middle of old Hudson, there is a winter clothing dispersement, as part I believe of a greater church social and holiday event, and not even to mention their regular morning food giveaways, and traveling truck they help sponsor. I myself gave what I could stuff into not a trunk, but a bag, as I figured hey, two thick sweatshirts are almost the same warmth value as a jacket.

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