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The people who know me well assumed I traveled to Kentucky to drink bourbon. The people who know me well were wrong. I went to Kentucky to learn about Bourbon.
And then drink it.
Read moreI went to Kentucky to learn about bourbon. I was really excited about it. And then I got to Kentucky and everywhere I looked there were long wooden fences surrounding rolling green hills topped with silhouettes of majestic horses tossing their heads around like they were in a freaking horse shampoo commercial and the used-to-be-a-little-girl part of me was like ohmygodIlovethemIlovethemIlovethem and I got kind of distracted.
Read moreWhen I was in the 8th grade, I drank a fifth of Canadian whiskey*. I drank it like it was iced tea, from a big plastic cup, over the course of a few hours, at a party in a friend’s basement. Twenty-one years later, I can still picture being the bathroom that night, my vision rolling like an old television with poor reception. And twenty-one years later, I still remember how very, very, unbelievably sick I got that night (and the next day. And the next day.)
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