Current mood:
lazy
Ok.. so its been a while since i last posted so hopefully I can remember all the exciting events from the last 2 weekendslazyLSU:
Apart from the drive and the loss to LSU... this trip was pretty awesome.
I get to b'ham about when I expected and after about an hour we took off. Billy had originally planned to head to Baton Rouge via Tuscaloosa and through Mississippi. We ended up not going that way because Andrew Rypel decided to vagina out of the trip + I wanted to go home and see the folks/get money from them. Going home turned out great for me because my mom gave me all kinds of crap I didnt really need (haloween candy, socks, some laundry detergent) and then my brother and my dad gave me some cash... THANKS! (cha ching). I thought "man... i really don't need to go into the LSU weekend with this much money in my wallet. This could be a disaster" We stayed at my parents house for no more than an hour... enough time to grab some cash.. about 2 pounds of zaxby's chicken fingers and bbq wings my mom had ordered just prior to our arrival.. and chat a bit.
OFF TO THE RACES. 30 minutes down the road... we see flashing lights on the interstate... "great .. a wreck... this should slow us down". as we get close we don't see a wreck but just 2 cop cars parked getting people off the interstate. So we get off the interstate as instructed and started towards downtown mobile. Now the quick thinker I am... I assumed that there was probably a reason they got us off the interstate and I knew there was an optional way to go... at least to avoid whatever there was by going a few exits down via airport blvd. I called JD to see what would be the best route. Unfortunately we decided to turn around immediately and get back onto the interstate... and so did about 300 other people. Well suprise suprise... a wreck. We ended up sitting in the same spot for about 3 hours... it was awful. Though our directions through LA to where we were staying were subpar, we got there fairly quick.
The next day was the good part. Mainly because John Painter paid for EVERYTHING. We woke up about 11:30 and got ready. I opted to wear a very orange shirt with my orange and blue belt. I was told not to do this before the weekend b/c I would get "excessively harrassed", "things thrown at me", "murdered.. possibly". Oh well... I'm a hardass (take a second to laugh if you would like)... I can take it. Painter gets all nastalgic about family turf and decides to take us to places he finds interesting. The good part about this is apparently all his warm old memories involve places you can get booze. First, we went to his Uncle's house (who by the way is the director of the states alcohol and tobacco... control or whatever... he regulates the amount of drinky drink in the state). He cooked us up some Cajun food and supplied us with beer. Next stop... an old plantation estate turned restraunt. They had these drinks... mint julips (sp?). Delicious. Very minty but strong as hell! I think it was like 2 shots burbon and a shot of rum... with a little sweet tea added or something. It alone could have had me sitting pretty. Before I could even get a third of the way through that drink we make our way to a drive through daquari place.... (the legality of these places has always astounded me... how you can, while in a car alone, buy an alcoholic beverage W/ a straw in it ready to drink amazes me. Honestly,... who buys that with the intent of waiting until they have reached their destination to drink... NOW remember this is Louisiana.) ANYWAY... I'm in the backseat of the car with JP behind the wheel, doublefisting pretty potent drinks while he is yelling obsurd comments at other drivers such as... "get out of my way or become another katrina victim".
Right before campus we stop at a gas station to get tailgating drinks and victory cigars. Either MH or Painter knew some LSU people to tailgate with. I liked the idea b/c I could get a little pre-drunk jeering. I could hear a little of what would be coming and have enough time to prepare clever retorts. (kinda resembles a flu vaccine, as far as a small dosage to combat the full brunt, which is appropriate b/c LSU also makes me sick) I was a little dismayed though at the lack of harassment by LSU fans. The most common chant was "tiger bait" which I still think is retarded to chant at us seeing as we are also tigers... so they usually stop when i start chanting with them and looking around for NONtigers... morons. There were actually alot of nice people there. A couple of groups invited me over to their tailgate spot to have a couple beers and chat about last years game and other SEC games. (I was walking around and really drunk at this point in time... so alot of this is blurry and the time of events jump around... I only remember the most important stuff)
Drunk things remembered: I ran into katie doc... and apparently she took my beer and my coozie... which I thought I lost about 10 minutes later, I asked a chick if i could use the porto-potties behind the fenced of construction area and proceeded to try and convince her for what seemed like an hour that I was actually an employee of whatever construction company it was, and that I had been told to "come in to work on stuff for the weekend".... It didn't work. I remember talking to some LSU fans in the real bathroom line... but not what about. Chances are, it was probably about football or how people were nice. That or about how bad I had to piss, depending on how much the alcohol in my system had depleted my level of tact. Next moment of conciousness is me and billy trying to find a way to seats right beside each other when we had 2 seperated tickets for the opposite side of the stadium... I was too chicken to sit in his assigned seat section so we ended up walking back out of the stadium... around... and had to talk the security guard into letting us both go to my seat in the upper deck. It worked out b/c they guy who had the seat beside me never showed. I sober up about halftime... which was good b/c I could remember the game... but was bad b/c I was sober enough to realize what John Vaughn was doing to our team and how many dropped passes we had. It was a great game even though we lost. Me and billy decided to smoke our cigars anyway ... why the hell not... they were swishers (i think mine was "banana" flavored... which still just tasted like cheep ass cigar) and we weren't planning on keeping them for some other special occasion.
I chatted with one of the LSU guys we were tailgating with after the game and he explained all the lack of taunting. Apparently, it was as such: "I really dont know why people are being so nice to you... normally they would be all over your ass. I think it has alot to deal with all the 'be nice to everyone' stuff going around. It's a bunch of post katrina bullshit." we then started talking about fans and he decided to say that most of the fans that were mean were like the alabama redneck fans... "80% of our fans dont even pretend to have graduated from college, hell 10% probably cant even speak english." ... something happens here... i dont remember.... Painter says "KATRINA... Fuck Katrina!... you didn't have to survive Daniel Cobb!" which nearly made me laugh to death... innappropriate as it was. We got back to the tailgate spot and MH started calling Painter to find him... even though he was sitting 4 chairs away... then painter passed out (notice how this is more random and splotchy... I must have still been a tad bit drunk), woke up... got the keys to the car... locked himself in and passed out again. This was the good part of the night... trying to wake him up from outside the locked car. Luckily we woke him up and just went back to his aunts house. No one really wanted to go downtown. The next morning Painter, still on his 'I'll buy everything' streak bought breakfast burritos for all of us before we drove back.
The drive back was surreal. We took I10 through downtown New Orleans and saw first hand what Katrina had done... still amazing months after the fact. We decided not to go back through mobile but up the original route through Miss.
END of LSU trip
I'm so freakin' tired of writing... I'll do the Nashville trip later
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