There could be a party brewing after the music and mutts (OK, they actually are pedigree). Are they really tapping the kegger at 3 a.m., or much earlier in the evening or day, as Jeff Loven would say?

Are they really sporting kegs of various sizes all weekend locally?
— Annual Midwest championship sheepdog trials are going on all day Aug. 30-Sept. 2 at Badlands recreation center east of Hudson. But sadly, not with a St. Bernard and the accompanying libations they carry around their neck, as those might be more applicable during the snows of January.
— Musician Mark Kreger just crashed the kegger party on the patio at the Smilin Moose early Friday evening. Just kidding, as he’s actually playing to the crowd there.

— With Ziggy’s hosting the Candy Store (or Shoppe) for Saturday night music, one must recall Candy-O as well as I Like Candy. A band like that needs more than one name.
— Is less really more? Pura Still spiked blackberry water boasts that it has only 90 calories, a gram of sugar, and they insist zero bubbles (this does not go as far as offering champagne), without the flat taste. Try it at Dick’s Bar and Grill, to be a minimalist.
— Various places around town are inviting you to dive in, as the summer wanes, and indulge in a Deep Eddy vodka drink, fittingly making people look at their sign with the bathing beauty on a diving board. But being column distilled in small batches, you’d better hurry before fall comes. (Especially since they now have seven different flavors being hawked).

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