That Blue Moon you might have seen in an ad could just be more than a beer special, as it being a Cold One could freeze your buns

Leading the entertainment options this week is a whole bunch of tangents leading to the celebration of all things blue, from the moon, to the snow on household rooftops lit by that full moon that will turn your butt blue from the cold, and the music in bands with that (blue) as part of their name. And that doesn’t even mention the (verbal) connection to Mallory’s Rooftop Bar, even though its not a house:
— They only come around once in a blue moon, but still, the opportunity is there on Dec. 1. That’s when Blue Moon Drive plays the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt. Their advertising flyers for their gigs and quasi-accompanying brands such as Blue Moon Ale, in places like Dick’s Bar and Grill, show that blue moon above the streetscape of blueish, glowing snow on the roofs of houses. That is where Santa might make an early showing to go down the chimney surrounded by that blue-hued snow, and adding to the drama is that there was a recent full (blueish) moon in the sky to be factored in, to push the matter further, as far as what’s doable. And one last tangent, (I promise), Santa’s buns (the kind in his underwear) just might turn blue if this recent cold snap continues, and an added victim of the cold might be the musicians with strong local ties in the band Blue Hue, which also got recent acclaim in Europe, (where temperatures are more moderate (?!?)
— This is a whopper of a way to get all the wings you want, at Woody’s in Bayport, and it will be worth the wait for Wednesday, since the special in question will not be again active until the next hump-day. You can get those wings, 24 ounces of them, for a total of only $6.50.
— And as long as we are on the theme of waiting until Wednesdays to get into your groove, you can go to Pedro Del Este on that evening, every week, and take in the serenades of an authentic Spanish themed singer and guitarist.

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