When I got to Chattanooga, I slept four nearly fourteen hours. It was only a four-hour drive but I apparently I was tired. Mostly likely from walking down Beal Street the night before in Memphis and drinking a fifth of Jack. Nonetheless, I made it and I am well rested and ready to take over the city of Chattanooga.
So far I’ve gone downtown where I road the shuttle around until I found some nice bars to stop at. I went to lookout winery where I had the most amazing bottle of Pinot Noir. Then I went to the store to grab some groceries so I can cookout tonight. Much to my surprise, the store didn’t sell liquor, they only sold beer. So I had to stop at the liquor store and grab a bottle of Jack.
Now I’m currently back at my rental watching a storm brew as I sit here and write this post. Since there’s a storm brewing I think it’s a perfect time to grab me a glass of whiskey and a good book so I can sit on the porch and enjoy it. Maybe I’ll write another blog post. Until next time.