Location...Yes. People...Not So Much.

Athens is a really beautiful town if you trek around in the area where all the bars and clubs are. I took a little road trip there on Saturday to see (caution, shameless plug ahead) my boyfriend's band, Eller, play at Tasty World, and man, was I put off by the whole experience. Of course, once the show got started and I was in the comfort of music, it was fine, but while standing outside for a smoke and in between sets, I'm positive my look of disgust was evident.

Now, if you're unfamiliar with the hype of opening weekend in a college town with a supposed football powerhouse, then you won't get this. Yes, it was opening weekend, an exhibition game against WKU, actually. And by the time we rolled in at around 6:30, the streets were flooded with drunk ass men and women (I use those terms very loosely). Everywhere you turned, there was some chick in a dress stumbling down the sidewalk, blazing their "oh my Gawds" and "shut ups" at a volume higher than necessary. The men were all displaying their testosterone with harsh words and the "I'm ready to fight" looks. This makes me want to never step foot in that town again, and I swear I say that after every visit. I know I wasn't that stupid in college, and all of my acquaintances were just as laid back after an all day drinking fest as I was. I don't know if it's all the red that sets these jackasses off, but it's really unflattering.

Every four years, my alma mater, Georgia Southern, plays UGA opening weekend. When I was in school, I went to this game. When walking to the game from tailgating, the girls that attended UGA were adamant about yelling obscenities at me about how they were going to kick our asses. Really? No shit! You mean to tell me that your I-A team is going to hammer on my I-AA team? Damn, I feel like a fool for not knowing that. Honestly, that was completely unladylike and not necessary. I know we're going to get beat. Those games are meant to entertain, and get the UGA boys their first win of the season. Everyone knows that. I vowed then to never go to Athens unless it was absolutely called for.

This time, as I stayed sober to drive us back to civilization, I'm driving down a street to get back to where I need to go back to Atlanta, and some turd that was jaywalking hit my car with his hand because apparently, I was supposed to stop for him to be a drunk idiot. I hope that joker ended up in the back of the paddy wagon. Of course, if you hit the Highlands on any Friday or Saturday night, you tend to find the same behavior. Ask them where they graduated from. I have a sneaking suspicion the answer will consist of the words "University" or "Georgia."