Today my husband and three of his friends are heading off to Double Head Resort for a day of macho camaraderie. He tried to make me think he didn't want to go--after all, it was an obligation he couldn't get out of--or so he said. He would be attending the final event of a western shooting conference. He made it sound like a shooting demonstration. He was going mainly because his friends asked, not that he was really interested.
Then, I found out the truth. The event starts with a chuck wagon competition. Participants pay a fee and they get to eat at the chuck wagon of their choice. In the meantime, judges sample the fare at each wagon and declare a winner. Then it is on to the shooting event. I envisioned somber marksmen lined up and dutifully shooting clay pigeons out of the air. No, No, my friends, this is not your stodgy shooting demonstration. Here, grown men, dressed as cowboys, and the requisite bad guys of the old West, creep around a fake western town and try to ambush each other. Come on, what man has grown out of the thrill of playing cowboys, especially with hats and boots and real guns?
Not to be outdone, I called up the wives of these very same men and invited them out to an all-girls movie event. For once we weren't taking the desires of our spouses into consideration when picking the movie. It should come at no surprise that we picked a saccharine romantic comedy made up of exceptionally attractive people, many of them shirtless males? I have rationalized it all by telling myself that I am doing research for my current work in progress. Yah, that's it, research.
We'll have to compare notes to see who had the best day. I suspect we will both downplay the fun that we had. Not only will, boys be boys, but girls will also be girls, when left to their own devices.