I finally tell the tale of my worst night to date. Yeah, even worse than when my dog died while on a walk with our family during COVID. It's the weekend of our remembrance of that night, so it feels appropriate to record it.
Fittingly, I review a bourbon that is tied to the person said night revolves around. I brand that I really only drink on this one night a year.
Then I recap the weekend doing some handyman jobs up at Hayley's mom's house. Painting, shower bars (not the fun kind), etc.
Enjoy!