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This past weekend despite and because of a wounded heart, I drove down to Virginia to see my old college roommate and some other friends (from NYC). I needed a distraction and I’ll be honest, I was won over when I heard there would be mint juleps and Bourbon hotdogs.

If I hadn’t been drunk at the time of learning that, I would have driven down that very minute. Leslie’s momma had been soaking the bourbon in mint leaves for about a week, and we drank it in a cup of crushed ice. It was delicious and painful and potent all at the same time. There was allegedly some sugar in it, but I couldn’t get any of it. I have to admit that I couldn’t even finish my cup. For shame!! But I did move on to the Bourbon wieners that had been stewing all day. You couldn’t really taste overwhelming bourbon, but they were outrageously good and tender and I wish I had more of an appetite because I could have that flavor on my tongue all night. All in all, a very successful trip below the Mason Dixon line.