Bar Crawl

A friend of my husbands from Atlanta came to our neck of the woods for a quick visit last week. Apparently he's from here, but his family was smart enough to move south many years ago. He went to a football game with TC and they had a great time. Football here is the ONLY thing going on so they take their tailgating seriously. The friend said it was the best time he had had tailgating at a pro game (duh) but he and his wife had a blast tailgating for the Alabama game that was played at the Georgia Dome. Apparently they caught Marta, got off at every stop and hit a cool bar. Then got down to the Dome and drank some more. I thought this was an awesome idea! However, here's how it would go here:
We could start either at the bar right down the street from our house which is on the bay. I don't think they play music there so we would probably forgo that one and hit "Shoots" which is closer to the highway anyway. Shoots is one of those bars where most of the customers don't have teeth. The floor is gross, and the ceiling is a drop ceiling and I even feel tall (however the stains in the ceiling make you want to duck). I wouldn't order a mixed drink because I wouldn't want to use their glasses - who knows if they've been washed, and if you don't know any Hank William's Jr. you may as well leave (luckily I do remember a few from fraternity parties at West Georgia so I'm good to go).
Next we would head down an exit and pick up a six pack at the BP. We should probably get some cheese curds while we're there too.
The next exit's bar is the lovely biker bar we went to for a graduation party back in May. I'm pretty sure the theology major is still passed out under the table. They do however have a great jukebox with all kinds of fun 80's music. Again though, just order beer and don't make eye contact with a large man named tiny.
The following exit has a brand spankin new Chili's. You could order a margarita here. I think they have one that's blue. Wow - this is shaping up to be a really exciting bar crawl - snooze....
And now we're at the exit with the big pretty stadium. We have two choices here. We can park our car and have a tailgate party with beer and brats or we can hit one of the many skanky bars that are down by the stadium. I suppose it depends on the weather. This southern chick doesn't attend any outside sporting event in Satan's Pants after October. It's too cold and too stupid.
After the game, if our team has won, we can go across the street to a bar and have a few before we drive back the 4 exits to our house. If you go to a bar, you can bet you'll hear "Come On Eileen" at least 4 times since that seems to be the Satan's Pants theme song.
When we get back to the house we can attempt to sober up by snow blowing the driveway. Good times...