So I bought a house yesterday … which should provide me with an infinite number of reasons to drink on a daily basis. Yikes! I still feel like I’m playing adult, but shit is getting real.

A painting party commences tomorrow, followed by numerous trips moving crap from Point A to Point B.

I’m calling it the “Bourbon Bungalow” and will paint my front door in Maker’s Mark red, of course. Wonder if I can just dip that door in red wax.