This is what’s happening beyond the music about the Hot Air Affair, and fittingly ground central is Rock School, as 30 balloon pilots go soaring in addition to some of the vocal stylings

It is a busy weekend for nightlife that includes, but is not limited to, many primo activities of all kinds of things that only come around once a year.
The Hudson Hot Air Affair marks 30 years running, (the many music offerings are listed on the home page), but there is much more that is over and above the tunes, and here are the highlights: The torchlight parade goes on in the downtown (at the same time that music unfolds), and that kicks of at 6:30 p.m. on Friday, with fireworks to follow. There are balloon launches at the Rock School grounds, (that name is fitting considering the local music emphasis over the weekend), at dawn on Saturday and Sunday, and also one at about 3 p.m. on Saturday afternoon. The moonglow or field of fire occurs there at 6:30 p.m. Saturday. And don’t forget the combination of comedy, drama and athleticism (we use that term loosely), that occurs at the same spot at 1 p.m. Saturday in the form of the smoosh boarding competition. There are many other activities mixed in during these time frames and check out the Hudson Hot Air Affair online for the schedule.
And in related news, as it is also Super Bowl weekend, and Buffalo Wild Wings has you covered, even a bit early: Since this is no longer the pre-season, you can pre-order as a pre-ventive strike, in anticipation of the obvious two-minute drill that will always unfold after the teams feel each other out for the first half. But don’t wait that long to get your bid in, since this is the Big Game, and to twist a phrase slightly, as the people at BWW say, Go Big and Go Home. After all, this sporting-event-of-the-year has become House Party Heaven.

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