I’m usually a ‘one glass of white wine’ girl, and if I do have more than two glasses when we’re out to dinner, I’m likely to find myself in this sort of situation. This wasn’t my first time, and I hope it won’t be the last. It’s scary at the time, but quite fun to think about after the event.
I do enjoy the occasional cocktail, and have been known to have more than one.
A couple of cocktails plus a glass of wine, can result in photos like this.
I haven’t drunk whiskey since my college days, which is just as well, but a few years ago, we were driving from New York to Florida, and decided that as we were passing very close by the Jack Daniel’s distillery in Lynchburg, Tennessee, we may as well pay it a visit to see just how whiskey is made.
The Barrel House with row upon row of oak barrels full of maturing whiskey, was an impressive sight.
Here is the real deal, waiting to be shipped.
Jack, who was only 5′ 2″ tall, was high up on a pedestal, which makes him look a bit more imposing than he would have if we’d been standing side by side.
There were no free samples, as Lynchburg is a ‘dry’ county, so all we got at the end of the tour was a glass of lemonade. If you would like to see more photos, meet ‘Big Bubba’, and read more about my tour, you can click here.
Do any of you remember Frank Ifield’s 1962 version of the song which I sang to hubby? I’ve been listening to it while I was writing my post. It brought back such happy memories. As I can’t yodel like Frank, I chose to sing it more Dianne Krall style. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgm0KNICGcU
Wishing you all a splendid Thursday.