What Happens When a Woman Over 60 Drinks Bourbon (As Told by a Woman Over 60 Who Forgot She Was a Woman Over 60)

Last night I sipped a little bourbon and felt like a firecracker. This morning I feel like a sock.

Actual photo of me this morning, wondering where my brilliance went

Last night, y’all… I stepped outside my usual tea-and-truth-telling lifestyle and had myself a splash (okay, several) of bourbon.

Mixed with Coke, because I’m still a lady.
Served slowly over three hours, because I’m seasoned.
And sipped in good company—because I’m no fool.

We sat. We laughe…