When hippy meets prep in a quirky, left handed town, throw in a watered down Southern accent and some good folk. Then you'll find me right at home. Love.
I couldn’t honestly let that girl rag on an entire culture and tradition. Girrrrrrl please. Sorry I’m not sorry.
Cheers right back atcha
I am not one for taking sides on my blog since I focus on being a part of a community, but this post REQUIRED a response because it speaks to the place I have called home for the past year of my life (Kentucky) and what we love most (bourbon).
First off, I am sorry for you sitting-in-a-tree because someone has obviously offended you enough to make you write that severely judgmental post. That’s not fair, in the same way that I would hate for someone to call a lover of fruity cocktails prissy or high maintenance. Secondly, I’d like to thank my tumblr friends boggle and sticky heels for providing the first commentary on it.
The smell of honey suckles tells me it’s spring in the South, a Carolina blue sky makes me yearn for a day in Chapel Hill, so does bourbon instantly remind me of Kentucky and the life I have enjoyed here.
Bourbon is an acquired taste just like beer or brussel sprouts. I used to chew gum when I drank beer and I hid my veggies under the table cloth. If it’s too harsh a taste for you then try Maker’s 46 ON THE ROCKS (it’s a little sweeter than the original and smoother than all other bourbons), Bluegrass Brewing Company’s bourbon barrel stout (currently in my refrigerator), Kentucky Brewing Company’s bourbon barrel ale (a lighter option and also in my refrigerator), or a bourbon infused bbq sauce or chocolate. You can read about my love of bourbon and adventures in Kentucky on my blog.
Throwing wildly offensive statements around about a group of people will not win friends. But backyard bbqs, horse races, birthday parties, and an open, loving attitude sure will. So that’s why I drink bourbon (and love it)— because the caramel taste rolling off my tongue reminds me of my friends, my adventures, and the fun that being a twenty something in Louisville has brought me.
Opinions are usually best kept to oneself unless you’re in good company. However, there are times you feel the need to speak your mind unforgivingly, and while some may care. Others will not. I don’t consider my stance to be a terribly opinionated one as it’s neither…
Derby.
The Oaks at Churchill Downs.
Girls’ night out: derby hats and champagne, dinner at Cafe Classico, drinks at St. Charles Exchange, nightcap at Decca.
Until Saturday… For a “work conference”… In Aruba.
Best. Job. Ever. Thanks U of L!
Local Townie turns TWO years old today and it’s not so hard to believe when I look back at all that has happened. I flipped through my old posts to see my transitions from grad student to young professional, Tanzania to Kentucky, and one of the townies to single girl living on her own.
For some people, the world wide web is for their personal ego boosts. They need a certain number of “likes” and “reposts” to validate their internet worth. But that’s not what Local Townie is about. I blog in order to know that I am living to the fullest— doing what the locals do (whether at home or traveling), investing in a community of friends (whether down the street or across the country), and taking time to have a little fun (hoping you’ll join me or follow in my footsteps).
“…spilling some of my personal life and keeping you up to date on the generally ridiculous nature of my life.” -Local Townie 4/11/2010
I knew that when I started a blog that I needed to have a schtick so that it would be worth reading. I am always surprised when people tell me that they read Local Townie. I am even more surprised when I see the statistics, google results, and geography of people reading my blog. I am absolutely dumbfounded when strangers tell me that they have read my blog!
Get EXCITED because I’m fixing to start a whole new chapter of adventures in Washington DC, but not before I hit a few travel destinations and my KY Bucket List. Thanks to my readers for all your love and support!
As always, keep it local.
Text from Meg: Chapel Hill misses you.
I miss you too.
Picture this: A gorgeous spring afternoon, not a cloud in the sky, dogwoods in bloom all around. You’re driving through rural Kentucky with the windows down while the sun kisses your cheeks. What could be more perfect, right? Try adding bourbon.
This is Armageddon catered by KFC.
