So what is it with this “Girls Weekend” thing? I’ve got some friends who are having a soiree this weekend. My wife missed her latest one because George Bush just didn’t have the decency to hold off on some little conflict in Iraq for another week. Darn infidel. My wife talks about her girls weekends like she’s being paroled from jail after doing time in the hole.
I know a few guys who manage to get away for a weekend of golf. Those are “real” men. No one is going to stand in the way of them pitching out of a bunker across the green or four-putting on a par 3. But who cares when you’re sluggin’ beers and talking about your secretary who is endowed like a Greek goddess.
I know I’m missing something. I haven’t had a “Boys Weekend” since my early twenties when a bunch of us jumped in a van and did long weekends riding throughout the Midwest looking for baseball games to crash and plastic bags to toss our cookies in. We’ll the latter was only me puking my guts out on a bumpy ride from Chicago after a Cubs game to Cleveland (with a reprieve just long enough to wake up and see Touchdown Jesus at Notre Dame) to see the Indians. (Note to self: Four huge seven-and-sevens in less than an hour does not a happy tummy make.)
But getting back to this Girls Weekend thing. When the women do it, it’s a chance for them to let their hair down and be with the girls and see plays and eat good food and do girly things.
For the guys, it’s depravity and debauchery on an unprecendented level. For the record, I have never had a “Boys Weekend” where all we did was get drunk watch porno or hit the closest strip club (I usually did this all by myself).
In my dreams, I’d love to do another see-as-many-major-league-baseball-games-as-you-can-in-a-weekend weekend. I’m not much on drinking anymore (a little wine at dinner on rare occasions is nice) and I’ve been married too long to look at other women (chuckle). Well, wishing I was dating one anyway.
Guys just wanna have fun, too, without facing the wrath of Martha Burke.
Not to say that girls shouldn’t have fun, honey 