A blue jean, finger bites and bourbon party at a Seven for All Mankind store didn’t suck.
Especially when it was a private work event.
Upon entering the store, I was handed a glass of wine to tide me over until the bourbon tasting started. Thankfully the handsome food tray dude succumbed to my demands and stayed at my side while I tried to subtly eat his entire assortment of crab cakes, cheese skewers and mini steak sandwiches.
Then I set my sights on the bourbon connoisseur who was busy concocting three specialty cocktails for the evening.
Naturally I found a way to get behind the bar and closer to the booze.
Who could blame me for wanting to manhandle the goods?
The featured spirit of the evening was Belle Meade Bourbon, which is crafted right here in Nashville, TN. This handsome liquor dates all the way back to 1885 and has recently been reintroduced to the market by the distiller’s great-great-great grandsons, as the original distillery was shut down over a century ago due to Prohibition (fun haters).
All of that bourbon consumption lead to some big blue jean dreams as friendly associates compiled masses of denim for customers to try on.
six a few cocktails in, I fell in love with a boyfriend style jean, the josefina.
Taking a breather from the dressing room and putting the jeans on hold to somehow figure out what not to eat for the rest of the month in order to give them a permanent home in my mini manse, more bourbon was
guzzled sipped with the best of work buddies.
When it came time to head home, goody bags were distributed and I found myself with more than my fair share.
Because I’d been gifted the Ted jeans my bourbon heart lusted after.
The second bag didn’t disappoint either, which was filled with whiskey stones and a hand etched cocktail glass.
And I put these party favors to immediate use – I mean, it was the appreciative thing to do, right?
With a warm belly full of Belle Meade Bourbon, I snuggled up with my new denim for the rest of the night, hurrying to sleep.
Because I couldn’t wait to get gussied up today and prance around in my new boyfriend jeans (and yes, this denim naming nonsense is going straight to the real Ted’s head).
Here’s hoping your belly is full of all kinds of good. I’m about to load mine up on some more bourbon…