After our somewhat harrowing experience at Gates of Hell, we headed to Bardstown, selected by our lovely planner because the town is both haunty and boozy. Like us!

Since we had a light lunch of protein bars, we decided to get an appetizer at Mammy’s Kitchen once we hit Bardstown. We chose a sampler, which turned out to be enough for six people. It was a drift of fried pickle chips, with onion rings, fried green tomatoes and chicken fingers atop. A veritable mountain of fried beige food, in keeping with Mammy’s Kitchen’s posted philosophy.  In case that wasn’t enough to clog one’s arteries, ranch on the side for dipping, of course. We chowed down and ended up taking half of it with us for late night alcohol absorption purposes.

We checked into the historic Talbott Inn, we had the General’s Quarters, which was quite dainty and feminine, not where you’d expect a stinky ol’ general to hang out. It had cute canopy twinsy beds. Grace’s had a step stool, I guess I was expected to pole vault into mine. 

Alongside the 19th century antiques was a curious little dolly that seemed to be from the sixties. She made good company for Blindy,    and kept turning up in the oddest places to glare at us.

After slinging our bags in the room, we headed out to explore the town. We were there at the closing of the annual Bourbon Festival, so things were winding down and there weren’t many stores open. At one store we popped into, the proprietor told us about a new bar open nearby, a speakeasy, where you had to find the door, key in a code, then “push past Carrie Nation” to get in. Intrigued, we decided to check it out. They didn’t make it super difficult to find the door, and for some reason I expected a Carrie Nation costumed greeter that we might have to wrassle to get in, which at that point, we were prepared to do. Instead, we were startled by this larger than life Carrie that one really had to push past, since she was the door. Nice touch. You know I love a woman with a  hatchet. Unless she comes between us and the bourbon. After a couple of drinks, we decided to take a stroll to the little cemetery in town. Grace at the Cemetry Gate

We talked to a few headstones, and ran the SB7.  I told whoever was listening that it was my birthday. Right after I said it, we got “Hi Kell”. Sounds like my mom.

Drinks at the bourbon bar at Talbott Tavern were in order after that. Grace had a couple of mixed drinks, and I had a flight plus one of birthday bourbon goodness. That’s a cloud of cheekiness on my head.Feeling pretty awesome now, we crept around the inn, attempting to record disembodied voices but laughing and cutting up instead. The spirits couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

I then read aloud from the journal that was in the room, which seemed extremely funny after all that bourbon. I don’t know why it’s sideways, except that maybe we were too.

This was my favorite entry, because of the two attempts to spell Ouija –And I’m sure housekeeping was thrilled with that “rock salt” sprinkling. I mean, its going to be a 19th century ghost probably peering at you from the end of the bed, not a howling demon, right? Sheesh.

After our busy day of fleeing creepy cemeteries and laughing our asses off all night, we inhaled the rest of the golden fried goodness left over from lunch, and crashed. Sometimes we would wake face to face with Dolly, who obligingly climbed the canopy American Ninja Warrior style to give us a scare, but other than that, we slept like the dead. I think a spirit could have shouted in our ears and we wouldn’t have woke up.

Despite not gathering much “evidence” a  very satisfying Bourbonday, indeed!

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