Here’s my take on Monday’s eclipse, and a few suggestions on where to watch it locally. I plan on being at Big Bar for the night-during-day festivities.
They threw me into the Louisville Salt Cave last week to detox, and here’s what I discovered …
There was a part of me who never thought this day would come. That Zima would never be re-released into U.S. public consumption for all (who are 21 and over) to enjoy.
Well, it’s here. And I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I got the text from Big Bar owner Kevin this morning saying a shipment of Zima was on its way. I rushed over to watch them roll the case in, and on the way I grabbed a bag of Jolly Ranchers.
Here’s a Bar Belle column entailing just how exciting this is for me. And I’m here to report Big Bar was the first bar to receive Zima, with others following very soon. Like tomorrow, and definitely by the weekend.
Zima. It’s zomething zifferent.
For those of you not in Louisville, a loud, crowded event called Thunder Over Louisville will be held on Saturday. It’s the kickoff to Derby — signifying it’s OK to drink before noon now throughout the next two weeks, leading up to that two-minute horse race on May 6.
Many people here flock to the riverfront to watch one of the country’s largest fireworks displays. But if you’re not wanting to be among thousands, I’ve rounded up some other suggestions, including starting your own pub crawl, which is what I’ll be doing.
Read the column here, and I hope you have a safe, fun Thunder and don’t do anything I wouldn’t.
According to a recent WalletHub Study, Kentucky is the sixth worst state for singles, narrowly beating out the likes of Alaska, West Virginia, Arkansas, Alabama and Mississippi. And what’s even more depressing, we just barely beat the frozen tundra of grizzly bears, lumberjacks and Sarah Palin by .15 of a point!
As a single person knee-deep in the bluegrass, I pose the question: Is anyone surprised by this?
The team of “data experts” examined each state based on 23 indicators of dating friendliness, but apparently, access to bourbon wasn’t one of them.
A few days ago, I posted a picture of two cool stools I recently picked up at an event called the Floyd Street Stock Exchange. I ended up writing a column about my experiences because there was a lot of bourbon — and bargains.
You never know what you’ll find at this monthly auction, including rhinoceros-shaped furniture.