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Stow those bothersome antlers away, or maybe not, unless you’re part of the Motley Brew Crue, rather than sports bars showing the Twins

Get that moose some decent clothing, even it its not Minneapolis:
— These are advantages of being a lodge bar in Hudson and foresaking the Warehouse District, as was the topic of a blatant on-line plug: “No need to tuck in that shirt or take off that sweatshirt when you go to Smilin’ Moose in Hudson.” And if you are in a band and want to play there, joining the lineup on a Friday night, as they are looking for new talent, the dress limitations are even less.
— The hashtag in a sign at the Kozy Korner sports bar in North Hudson, as the Brewers move toward the postseason, is ThisIsMyCrew, rather than, but referring to, the slogan This Is My Team. Even if its sometimes a Motley Crue, watch them there while having your favorite Wisconsin beer.
— Overheard at Village Liquor in North Hudson, the recommended shot was half 1800 Cuervo and half Goldschlager. It will get you juiced fast, in the vein of “have four and you’re on the floor,” it was said. And not just dancing,
— And at the Village Inn in North Hudson, the beer of the month for September, which was gone in a flash, was advertised as Buschhhhh Light, but it was gone in a flashhhhh, and now replaced by Buddddd Light. It it an coincidence that a film maker friend of mine in L.A., Jahnna Randall, recently emailed me and wrote verbatim: Awwwww you think I’m a great actress! Yesssss.

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