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Continue celebrating the still unfolding Fourth, and its food and drink and music, until Sunday Funday closes it down until next summer

Don’t get Inside Out over the current but rapidly waning, extended Fourth of July holiday, as there is multiple music, munchies and margaritas that are much closer in reach than that piece of fireworks that could just blow off your fingers:
— As said, this weekend, so closely following The Fourth, can turn you all around. No problem, as you could turn it all back around by going to see the band Inside Out on Friday evening, July 6, at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt.
— There is a special that started around the time of the holiday at Buffalo Wild Wings, and as they say will Go Fourth from there. It is for at least four different kinds of BBQ BWW chicken wings. After all, what is more American than consumerism?
— There doesn’t seem to be very much Moose music unless you are in Pittsburg; and a month into the summer acoustic season, at least their music listings are easily accessible online. And yes there is a Smiling Moose, spelled one letter different, in Pennsylvania, not just the one in downtown Hudson, but with those guys its easy to find what they offer, which starts with karaoke several times a week and also moves on to things like trivia contests and other bar games (and yes, our Moose has the latter on Sunday Funday afternoons). The difference also is clear with the band announcements at Big Guys BBQ Roadhouse north of Hudson. The guys at Big Guys have the bands that are playing for each following weekend clearly displayed on their big sign, sitting unobstructed not far from the highway right-of-way. For the record, this weekend there is Bo Fodor (Friday evening) and Kurt Allen, Titanium Blue (Saturday).
— This is a deal that might require you to take a siesta, rather than party the weekend after The Fourth away. At Azul Tequila on the south end of not Mexico but rather Hudson, they have specials you won’t normally see, for their margaritas. These are of the type that most places reserve for rail drinks or domestic beer. Namely, its two-for-one margaritas Sunday through Thursday, and that offering even extends in rare form, although slightly tweaked, to the weekend, where its buy two and get one free. Also on the margarita front, there is an occasional special at Rio Loco tequila bar and cantina for getting that specialty drink for $3.
— All this weekend, it is the Basilica Block Party in Minneapolis, and apparently God is a rocker. After all, a noteworthy hashtag involving the event has been #GodHasSpoken, as they compete with the aforementioned local offerings, as part of the substantial flotila that each weekend dutifully foresakes the Warehouse District and comes to Hudson instead. The blockers even suggest in an over-the-top manner that people volunteer, as this is doing God’s Work. (The event does raise a lot of money for charity). To that point, despite the overt evangelization of the offering, it has been called the hottest church party of the summer.

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