Me: So we’re having a girl’s night and we’re going to grill things and drink beer.
My (boy) roommate: How is that not a sausage fest?
Me: Uh, we’re all girls?
Roommate: Still.
Me: I think we’re friends because we’re not very good at being girls.
For the record, we grilled things, drank beer, and played video games.
Then afterwards I went over to the PinkHairedBoyfriend’s House and we had this conversation:
Me: We played this super fun wii game!
PHB: Was it Boom Blox?
Me: Um. Yes. Also, how the hell did you know that?
PHB: Well, there aren’t that many fun wii games.
I had a dream the other night that your real first name was Indiana. You had been going by Cynthia as a sort of experiment, and it just became a habit. I told you Indiana was a pretty name. Also, I was trying to make a gun from scrap metal parts but you couldn’t help me. (No, Harrison Ford was not involved in this dream.)
Y’know, I was thinking about that sort of thing this afternoon, since it turns out that at least two of my labmates had plans to go to Sex and the City parties (and then the movie) and were talking excitedly about getting to hang out with an all-female group and do girly things. I felt somewhat out of place.
All this shows is that after millennia of being told how to behave, girls are finally realizing that it’s just simply *more fun* being a guy. You’ll never have all the fun, unless you can figure out a way to pee standing up (which is one of the true thrills in life); but you can have most of it!
So, bravo!
But, at the same time, this sort of saddens me, as it shows that our corner on the “fun” market is diminishing, and it’s just a matter of time before we have to share all our marbles with the girls on the playground. *kicking dirt*
“we grilled things, drank beer”
There’s a way to combine these two very-fun things! I was at Lowe’s last night and saw this thing called “Beer Chick” or something like that. It was a rack of sorts into which you insert a beer can, and then shove the whole thing up the butt of a (hopefully not alive) chicken. I guess the idea is that the chicken is grilled with the beer can inside, and you either have a very tasty or a very drunk chicken.
I am not very good at being a girl either, although I cannot drink beer. I can’t do eyeliner either, which cancels it out.