This weekend 3 friends from Wisconsin came to Kentucky. I tried to find some creative outlets and genuine experiences....so we drove around with the sunroof open looking at horse farms, drinking bourbon at Woodford Reserve, and hearing live country music in smoky bars, then hearing acoustic guitar in underground undergraduate clubs. Overall an amazing time. There were a few moments that stick out:
1) The bourbon tour guide giving a detailed description of how the cork is hammered "deep into the hole" of the bourbon barrel to prevent "seepage around the bung". So...is that a bung hole?
2) Having 4 grown women in my little 2 bedroom apartment, going out for drinks until we are all silly dizzy, then forcibly removing my friend's spider lashes and setting that shit right before we exposed her to the young boys.
3) Discovering my secret plan to own a horse farm, take hot baths and frolick with thoroughbreds....i mean the horses not thoroughbred men. Are there thoroughbred men?
This weekend gave me an amazing appreciation for the weather, the emergence of spring, and the beauty of mid twenties musicians in tight tshirts who need the voice talents of one RLH
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