Do something that scares you every day. I think I’m good for the next month after going zip lining yesterday. Shoo, child. I’m not sure how I did it.
Author: The Bar Belle
Old Forester releases new Whiskey Row Series
I wrote a story for Insider Louisville on the new Whiskey Row Series Old Forester is releasing in a few weeks. To announce its release, they invited a few media folk to the Brown-Forman Distillery where we got to taste the new 1870 Original Batch and make our own bourbon from three samples — basically to prove how hard it is to get consistency in batching.
I named my bourbon The Bunghole Brigade, but don’t expect it on store shelves anytime soon. I’m pretty sure it was poured out or given to the angels as soon as I left.
Today’s Reason To Drink
Checked out Roux last night for a quick drink with a friend. It’s a New Orleans-inspired restaurant and bar in the Highlands.
I found a cozy seat at the quaint upstairs bar and marveled at the stocked bar. I perused the drink list and had to order the Horseshoes & Hand Grenades, because the Hand Grenade down at New Orleans’ Tropical Isle bar is one of my favorite drinks. Of course this isn’t a replica but more of a tribute — and it includes Old Forester bourbon, which the New Orleans version doesn’t, as far as I can remember.
I’d like to go back for the Hurricane and The Conjugal Visit. And the beignets. I had an order of three and they were delicious and messy, especially if you’re wearing black.
Today’s Reason To Drink
Some day I’d like to have a conversation with this man. I think I love him. If you haven’t seen Jon Taffer in action on “Bar Rescue,” you’re missing out. I’d like to hire him as my life coach. I recently emailed him because I suggested a local bar that needs rescued … maybe he’ll respond. Fingers crossed!
Call me ‘The Belle of Churchill Downs’
It’s official — I’m joining the crew at MyDerbyLove.com to cover the Fall Meet at Churchill Downs. They told me to just show up, drink up and be myself. I think I can handle that! Feel free to join me at the track watching little men on big horses race in the dirt. I’m looking forward to making some winning bets and drinking some amazing cocktails.
I think they’re giving away tickets for the Nov. 14 meet, so sign up and teach me how to bet!
Check out my first post here. Giddy up!
Today’s Reason To Drink
There’s a fine line between making a grand romantic gesture and being a creeper.
If an ex showed up on your front lawn with a boom box over her head playing a Peter Gabriel song, would you run out in wild abandon and take her back, or would you call the cops?
If an ex scaled your fire escape like Richard Gere in “Pretty Woman,” would you lick her face and rescue her right back, or would you mace her ass?
I am an eternal romantic condemned to live life trapped in a rom-com snow globe. I blame Hollywood for such lofty and unattainable expectations. Happily ever after doesn’t exist. It never did. So why do I keep thinking someone would come back for me? Am I afraid to accept reality?
Nobody is going to write my name in the sky or snatch me out of a corner and ask me to dance.
I put myself into this corner, and I suppose only I can pull myself out after I’ve silenced my demons and forgiven my trespasses.
Until then, I will wait as the dust settles for my snow globe to shake once again.
Drunk Texts of the Week
- If you pull it out too quick, it will squirt everywhere
- I have Benadryl in my lady folds
- If Jesus was a taco, he’d have to sleep in the manger
- I want to put my mouth around that pipe dream
- I gotta finger my ear hole while you talk about dicks
- I bet that bitch’s poop don’t float!
- I’m gonna turf tow my asshole!
- Turn down for twat?!
- Spanked. So hard I needed a safe word.







