part of the trip to the south included a tour of the jack daniel's distillery in lynchburg, tennessee. it's a free tour, and a wickedly complete tour (as in concise, interesting, and ends in lemonade). moore county, where lynchburg is located, has been a dry county since 1909, so we couldn't drink any at the old bar afterward. instead, they served us lemonade and i drank a bottle of water. drunk on lemonade, we stumbled around the 'town of lynchburg' which is probably entirely owned by the distillery. i shit you not they had souvenirs piled to the moon: shirts, racing shirts, cowboy shirts, leather jackets, jean jackets, belts, buckles, pens, keychains, MIXING BOWLS, and so on. anything you could think of they stamped Jack Daniel's on it. amazing. i bought one shot glass and got one free. however, the barrel store was neat in that you could buy all kinds of mcguyver-esque creations made from the very barrells that once stored old no. 7.

anyway, we left moore county and proceeded to drink jack at the airport the next day, on the plane, and then at various places upon our return, as well. amazingx2.

so the picture above is our tour group with the tour guide. he was hilarious and i have my own pictures from the tour to upload next week, so sit tight.

um... despite me being 6'4" i had to stand in the back and Al blocked me, but you can tell it's me by my bright orange shirt.

in other news: i already ate my lean cuisine chicken a l'orange and am still hungry. i have pitas in the fridge but nothing to go with them... ham, no burger...