Whiskey River, don't run dry

As I was getting all ready for my distillery tour with Cas today, I decided that the most prudent course of action would be to turn on my Bluetooth speaker, open YouTube up and find Whiskey River by Willie Nelson. For a pre-distillery tour song, it doesn't get much better than that.

We arrived just in time for the tour and saw the moving parts necessary to make bourbon and rum. I give you the still selfie:

I sent a copy to mom, and she said I looked like I was wearing the tin man's hat from The Wizard of Oz. 

So, without our heads in the way: 

The tour wound up with a little taste test of three different kinds of rum and their bourbon whiskey. We had a few mixed drinks afterward and a piece of their rum cake. We also took home a few bottles of cinnamon infused rum. 

We had a great time. We even played a game of giant Jenga. 

We got the darn thing so tall that we were afraid it would hurt someone when it fell, so we decided to call it a draw and put it back how we found it. 

When we finished floating down the whiskey river in Lewisville, we made our way back south, stopping at the Twisted Root Burger Company we had visited back in January. 

It was a great day, and by the time we got back to our own neighborhood, we actually needed a nap. Too much food and drink, I'm afraid. 

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday. We are going to Chad and Becky's church. Jeanne and Dave will be there, and it's entirely likely that Zoey will do cute kid stuff related to colored eggs and bunnies. When we leave there, we're changing into jeans and heading to my parents' house in Richardson. I haven't seen my parents in a few weeks, and there haven't been any beers with Dad in that long. Certainly, a visit is in order.