Whiskey Bound
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In Baton Rouge, whenever this song is played at a bar it means free shots, but in order to get your free shot you must rush the bar, line up, tilt your head back and wait for the barkeep to pour the red-colored grain alcohol mix down your throat. Count on about 1/3 of the actual shot making it into your mouth. The rest will end up on the front of your shirt. Just think of it as a party favor from an LSU football weekend.
This weekend I will repair to Baton Rouge for my first football game since I graduated 2 years ago. I haven't been to Death Valley since. It will be good times. It's the annual LSU/Ole MIss face off - a large game to attend. Big rivalry - I think more so with the fans than the actual football teams.
One thing that's interesting about LSU and Ole Miss is the methods of tailgating. Vastly different. At LSU tailgating = lots of beer and whisky, plastic cups, sausage and burgers, fold out card tables and some lawn chairs - if your lucky. The RVs start arriving on Wednesday before the Saturday game - gigantic purple and gold banners waving proudly and obnoxiously. It's a come as you are and drink the hell out of the day affair. Oh yeah, and we tailgate in the stadium parking lot.
At Ole Miss, they assemble for game day festivities in the "Grove" a beautiful park-like area in the center of their campus. They set up large tents. They give their tents a theme. For example, one year I passed by a Disney-themed tent (on the way to the LSU card table and lawn chair). I've seen a tent with a champagne fountain and crystal glasses. Real napkins, real plates, hell I've even seen ice sculptures.
But the important thing is, no matter how fancy and elaborate or tacky (prideful tackiness I might add - the tackier the better), everyone gets drunk.
In Baton Rouge, whenever this song is played at a bar it means free shots, but in order to get your free shot you must rush the bar, line up, tilt your head back and wait for the barkeep to pour the red-colored grain alcohol mix down your throat. Count on about 1/3 of the actual shot making it into your mouth. The rest will end up on the front of your shirt. Just think of it as a party favor from an LSU football weekend.
This weekend I will repair to Baton Rouge for my first football game since I graduated 2 years ago. I haven't been to Death Valley since. It will be good times. It's the annual LSU/Ole MIss face off - a large game to attend. Big rivalry - I think more so with the fans than the actual football teams.
One thing that's interesting about LSU and Ole Miss is the methods of tailgating. Vastly different. At LSU tailgating = lots of beer and whisky, plastic cups, sausage and burgers, fold out card tables and some lawn chairs - if your lucky. The RVs start arriving on Wednesday before the Saturday game - gigantic purple and gold banners waving proudly and obnoxiously. It's a come as you are and drink the hell out of the day affair. Oh yeah, and we tailgate in the stadium parking lot.
At Ole Miss, they assemble for game day festivities in the "Grove" a beautiful park-like area in the center of their campus. They set up large tents. They give their tents a theme. For example, one year I passed by a Disney-themed tent (on the way to the LSU card table and lawn chair). I've seen a tent with a champagne fountain and crystal glasses. Real napkins, real plates, hell I've even seen ice sculptures.
But the important thing is, no matter how fancy and elaborate or tacky (prideful tackiness I might add - the tackier the better), everyone gets drunk.
posted by lauren at 12:23 PM
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