We're Under Assault

AAAHHHHHAaaaaaaaahhhhh--Its' Georgia-Florida Weekend


The hoards are already arriving here on the island. Quick…Everybody…run somewhere and hide.

IT’S GEORGIA FLORIDA WEEKEND…OR FLORIDA GEORGIA WEEKEND if you live down there in Gainesville.

They call it "The Worlds Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party", wrapped around a college football game.

God help us all.

The more affluent one's (the fans) have been trickling in since last weekend.

Nothing personal, but the locals here on our little island that don’t sell food or drinks or hats with a big G or Alligator face on them hate this weekend every year.

Picture Mardi Gras or St. Patrick’s Day, crammed onto an island with a population of less than 17 thousand. This weekend we’ll probably hover somewhere near 30K--most of the visitors staggering, stumbling, studdering stinking drunk for the duration of their entire visit.

Even our little condo development will be assaulted with morons that think that we are used to picking up beer cans and fast food bags from our parking lot year 'round.

I made the mistake of taking Pat out to my friend John Howton’s Blackwater Grill for dinner the first year we resided here and when the evening was over with, she had almost gotten ME into finishing at least a half dozen arguments that could have escalated into fist fights--and those were mostly with WOMEN.

The men were generally well behaved, at least by drunken football fan standards.

I’m pulling the bicycles inside, stopping by the grocery store and liquor store this afternoon, and boarding up the windows and doors to wait for their departure.

If you Pray, Pray for us, and otherwise...wish us good luck...