I am on testosterone laden weekend hunting with my brothers and some friends. After walking my tookis off and purposefully missing some pheasants that I no longer care about killing, I came back to the lodge early. Here I sit researching lip plumper, night cream and trading posts with my girl friends.
Please don't get me wrong. I enjoy my guy time, but for some reason the weekend I used to hold as the holy grail of guy time, opening day of pheasant season, seems to have lost its luster. I love the camaraderie of hanging with the guys and especially my brothers, but other than a discussion about microbrews and football last night I felt the rest of the guy time was sophomoric at best. At one point my inner voice was screaming men are such boys.
What does this mean? I used to love events like this. Now they are a chore. My wife and girls went to the city shopping this weekend. I would have much rather gone with them. If I am going to walk my tushy off I now would rather do it for a great deal on a new dress than a dead bird.
This afternoon and tonight, I bond with my bros over beer, chilli, late football games and silly movies. That should be fun. I wonder what would happen if I suggested we watch project runway?
My therapist is going to get an earful next week!