I was walking around Harrison Smith House to get the lay of the space for Whiskey Pig, an event the proprietors of HSH put on annually for the Kentucky Bourbon Festival. Looking up from my email containing the timeline for the day, I made eye contact with an older gentleman a few feet away. This man stuck out his tongue and made a face at me. At a loss for words, I yell, "I love you!" and then proceeded to hug him. While still in the hug, the old man turned around and started bumping me with his butt while yelling, "stop bumping into me!"
And that was how I met Bill Murray.
More to come from this unreal event soon.