I thought I would have a hard time finding the latest highly-touted bourbon, Hidden Barn. Nope, turns out they had a bottle right across the street at my local alcohol pusher, The Wine Rack. First taste this afternoon, and it’s very, very good. Right up there with Noah’s Mill or Blanton’s. Ask and ye shall receive.

TGIF. After two full days here in Louisville, I’m finally (mostly) rid of jet lag. Wednesday was miserable – we arrived very late, stayed up late, then struggled all day with sleep deprivation. Tame Impala’s It Might Be Time comes to mind:

It might be time to face it
It ain’t as fun as it used to be, no
You’re goin’ under
You ain’t as young as you used to be
It might be time to face it
You ain’t as cool as you used to be, no
You won’t recover
You ain’t as young as you used to be

It might be time to face it
It might be time to face it

Yeah, it might be time. But I’m enjoying the weather here. Some rain, some good honest cold. Today we go halfway to eastern KY to visit an old family friend, then return for what should be a nice dinner at The Pine Room. Tomorrow’s a big day, with my brothers and me getting together for UK versus UCLA – a big game any year, and crucial this year. The Cats need to prove themselves to everyone.

Meanwhile, we’ve had a couple of great evenings with these guys. Worth it all.