Louisville, KY

Woke up to this.

Then he turned into this.

Leopard kitty. So we spent yesterday in Louisville with our host Rene who graciously put us up in a house she was crashing at.  The people she was staying with are wonderful and had no problem with us taking up more room in their apartment. 

We ran some errands and did some work on the car. Rene drove us around and showed us the university and where she used to live. Then she drove us across the Ohio river into indiana but said "there's nothin to see there" so we drove back. 

Dylan and I had lunch at this place called Mark's Feed. Fried pickles with brisket sandwiches and a local beer that tasted like a boxing glove full of hops.  Portions were huge and heavy. Ordered fried pickles and was expecting Ale House treatment where you get one pickled sliced up and fried. NOPE! more like  jar of pickles sliced battered and deep fried. soooooooo good. It was also when i noticed kentucky accents for the first time. They're kind of southern but no long drawl to them. I felt right at home saying y'all all the time but got a few stares sayin it without the accent. Haven't met an assshole here yet though so i give it two thumbs up. Southern hospitality without having to go past te mason dixon line.

Met this woman at a stop light. Made me think of Jason. Had a sticker that said "it takes studs to make houses". The blue tape "yo" was the clincher though.

i've been feeling some pressure in my ear so we got ear candles. Either we didn't do it right or it's another problem cause neither of us got that satisfying *pop* release. I cut mine open and there wasn't any wax inside. I are disappoint.

Then we made burritos and tequilla and rum smoothies for all our new friends. Dylan and I insisted on dance party cooking. Chromeo and Chuck berry, necessary.

After dinner I went and put up one of my pieces and Rene took us to this bar that was made to resemble an old abbey. REALLY cool place. The bar was new york concert prices BUT every beerwas imported from norway or sweden or wales. I couldn't pronounce a singe one in the whole place. I walked up to the bartender and asked for something Dark or Red and he poured me a fat little glass of stout. said "this ones called Add-DJ-A-Hole." My instinct was to drink it like a normal beer but i realized if i did that I would be entirely too tempted to hurl the grenade sized glass through those beautiful stained glass windows. It ended up being to think to drink quickly anyway. Made me hella sleepy.

My piece was still there this morning. May it live in infamy outside of the wildest bar in Louisville!

We're makin breakfast then we're gonna play some music with Rene. She's a idler round town so this oughta be a fun recording. We're headed to St. Louis to stay with Capt. Michelle later. i'll post the song and more stuffs then. Til then!