It's Time....Again

It's that wonderful time, yet again.

In just about 3 days, the Georgia Bulldogs will begin to play the very first home game in our very own Athens, Georgia, against South Carolina. Kickoff is at 7pm, and I anticipate nothing but an entire day filled with drunken debauchery, shouting, screaming, fighting, binge drinking, vomiting, barking, and practically anything else you could think of that's inappropriate anywhere else in the world, but perfectly acceptable when you're 19 and in Athens on gameday. The odds are, most of these things will happen in my general vicinity, as usual.

Last weekend we were fortunate enough to preview some of the things that we'll be lucky enough to deal with throughout this upcoming weekend. We threw some kids out for groping a girl. Pretty standard. Of course, we were blamed for the entire scenario as we escorted the gentlemen out. His friend - thankfully for him - saved him from a more uncomfortable scenario because his behavior on the trip to the door would have normally required a greater physical response from us. Take note: this is why you go out with your friends. When you're an idiot, they can help you avoid things like a violent ejection from a bar. You owe your buddy, dude.

The standard responses at the door were ever-present, as well. One rather pleasant gentlemen tried to convince me to let in a group of underaged, out of dress code football players. He was of age, so I let him in...however, his buddies wore items that I couldn't overlook. On top of that, they showed me ID's that clearly showed they weren't 21.

Of course, he couldn't seem to accept that I wouldn't let them in. He argued, pleaded, and threatened to speak with my manager. Really? What did you really think your argument would be to my boss, exactly? That we're not breaking the law for the football team? In addition, UGA lost earlier that night to Oklahoma State. I also had to wonder how these so called "football players" had already made the 900+ mile trip back to Athens and managed to make it out to party that same night. Why should I do any favors to a football team who can't win? Joe Cox, as I correctly predicted, blew it. Prepare for more of that this season, folks.

Finally, we officially have a douchebag boyfriend who sticks around after we've closed to wait for one of our new bartenders - his girlfriend. We suspect that he very much dislikes her working in a bar. She's an attractive girl and I don't blame him for being protective. But I think it has much more to do with the fact that he's a complete dick. His conversation with one of our door guys upon closing went something like this as he sat in a chair in the front of the bar as it was emptying out:

"Hey, we're clearing out the front of the bar and you need to wait for New Bartender in the back while she finishes up," said Overly Nice Doorguy.

"Nah, I'm cool right here," Douchebag said, sitting in a chair directly in front of a front window, arms crossed.

"No, you don't understand. If you want to wait for NB, then you need to wait in the back for her," Nice Doorguy pressed.

"I'm not fucking moving. I'm sitting here," Douchebag retored.

This is where I would have dismissed the idea of him staying to wait, and quickly showed him the front door where he could wait on the fucking sidewalk with this rest of the drunken shitbirds who wanted to be inside. Nice Doorguy, however, has a much higher tolerance than myself and finally talked him into moving somehow.

Again, just a brief preview of what we'll get to happily deal with come this weekend, when Athens is overrun with football fans for the first home game. I can't wait.