The weekend before your 50k... get yourself into a car and drive 4 hours to Atlanta, GA. Where you stop at the world's busiest airport to pick up friend flying in. Assume that since it is the world's busiest airport, that it has an arrival waiting area. 15 loops around the arrivals section of Terminal South later... pick your friend up.
Proceed down I-85 for 30 minutes till you hit up Newnan, GA. Home of Lewis Grizzard and the hardest Hampton Inn in the world to find. Seriously... I felt like I was on an episode of Lost. I could see it, but couldn't figure out how to get to it. Check into the hotel, and immediately hit up the Ruby Tuesdays bar next door for some cheese fries and a large beer.
30 minutes later, go back to Hampton Inn, eat an Otis Spunkmeyer cookie while waiting for other friend to arrive. Immediately upon arrival go to dinner. Eat a sensible dinner. The most sensible food you will have for the entire weekend. After dinner, hit up the Publix for $90 worth of beer and snacks for 3 people. Hey! Tailgating works up an appetite, my friends.
The next morning, get up and wander down to the fitness center where you bang out 3 miserable miles on the treadmill. Then do 10 minutes worth of crunches and some tricep kickbacks. Feel like a rockstar, and head back to the room. Immediately after shower, head down to the lobby and consume a breakfast entirely comprised of carbs and sugar.
Hit I-85 South and make your way to Auburn, AL. Along the way, stop at a Zaxbys and get 40 chicken strips. Did I mention that tailgating works up an appetite?
Roll into Auburn and park next to friends at approximately 11:00am local time. Set up the tailgate area...
Continue drinking and having fun with your friends... maintaining the perfect buzz for the rest of the afternoon. But, of course. Drunken Pirate Amy is never too far away...
Around 6pm, consume the last beer of the day, along with a good luck shot of some cheap ass vodka, load up the tailgate, change out of the stinky tshirt you've been wearing all day and head to the game.
Become a little disturbed by how damn friendly the Auburn fans are. Like, seriously... I'm all about southern hospitality... but this is a football game, not a charity event for babies with cancer. Where's the spirit? There's gotta be a happy medium between LSU Fans and Auburn Fans.
Take the annual picture of the 3 of us outside the stadium, (which I can't show you, because one friend hasn't uploaded his pics yet) and rush into the stadium in hopes of not missing the eagle flying around the stadium. Realize that the eagle is flying and rush over to the side and catch a quick glimpse of it. Very cool. Definitely cooler than a cock with a sticker on it, but not as cool as a real live freaking tiger on your campus. Point- LSU tigers.
Get into your seats and eagerly anticipate kickoff.
Make your way back to the car and head back Newnan, GA for the night. Grumbling and second guessing every play of the game for the hour ride.