Tippin with $10-ers-- It was that kind of a weekend

Yes, I realize that this is the same title as my album from my past weekend of events, but hey... it describes the weekend more perfectly than any other phrase.



Auburn vs. Tennessee weekend. The battle of SEC orange. I've been waiting for this weekend for years, basically since I became an Auburn groupie, and it was about damn time it rolled around. I've been looking forward to this weekend, like I said for years, and I've been talking about it for weeks. And, while talking about it, acquired more people to go with so that I not only got to go, but didn't have to drive and got to split gas! (always a plus these day). too bad the Vols couldn't live up to the hype in my mind.



Needless to say, outside of the sad showing that is currently TN football, the weekend was a complete success. It started with happy hour running into the rest of the night, all at the same bar... 8 hours at the same bar. Well, around 8:45 Stacey tells everyone to buy two more drinks, only 15 more minutes to $2 well drinks... that's right, I said $2 well drinks. so needless to say, there were more vodka waters siting on the table than entirely necessary to keep anyone buzzed for the rest of the night, but hey, it happens. So eventually, I make it home around 5 am, where i call Amy 25 times in about 15min until she finally comes downstairs and lets me in to the apartment.



Fast forward to the next day, post 3.5 hours of sleep, post tailgate wandering, post Tennessee losing a game that Auburn tired to give us (I still don't want to talk about it!!!!), and enter into the party that Amy decided would be a good idea... the Phallus Phood party. that's right. just imagine: too many ultimate kids in one place with too much beer, and lots of food that resembled... well, a phallus. It was amazing and ridiculous, and at some point broke down into a round of waterfall, shotgunning, and a dance party. And I went to bed at 1:30-- that's right. That's what happens when you are up for 22 hours Friday, sleep for 3 hours, then party and drink all day.

SO, in conclusion: good weekend. Typical, crazy, ridiculous, good weekend. In the words of Amy: "This is Auburn"

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Tipping with $10-ers
When I grow up I want to be a professor... and a Cougar!