Overly crowded, insanely busy and blackout drunk doesn't even begin to describe the Georgia vs. Auburn weekend.
Besides the exhausting 14 hour day Saturday, our near-stampeed at the door at the end of the night which could have ended very very badly, the plunger incident, and a mini-brawl at the front door on Friday, the weekend was bearable.
Just barely, though.
And I've said it before, but I'll say it again...if you're refused at the door of a bar then there's a 99% chance that the doorguy won't be changing his mind anytime soon regardless of your argument. Yes, he's serious. No, the fact that you know the bartender doesn't mean shit. Please save the theatrics, whining, begging, threatening and bitching for later that night when you find a girl to hit on who won't sleep with you.