Monday, September 17, 2007
Three's company camping
It was ALL a girl could ask for -- a weekend getaway with her man and her best friend. The tricky part here was figuring out who, if anyone, was the ODD MAN OUT.
I wondered whether a man could find a place among gossip, food recipes and beauty supply reviews. What would he have to contribute about Jenn's breakup and Liz's break out? At the same time, hadn't I earned at least an attempt after two and 1/2 years of "Not tonight baby, the Yankees are on", or 24-0 old man league hockey games, or "checkout that broad!" comments? How many "ear muffs" did one girl have to take before she needed her man to give up wing night for once?
With the roles reversed (finally an outing that wasn't a sausage FEST), the boyfriend became the invisible man. He melted into his chair, tuning us out and the Yankee/Red Sox game in. He hiked ahead of us on the trail, performing his "duty" as the "mule" w/ the backpack. He paddled us around in the canoe making less noise than the fish.
In the end, my man didn't exactly live up to my own talents as a "wing-woman" around his buddies. But, my best friend points out -- "At least he showed up."
I guess that'll do... for now.
Posted by sarah at 9:33 AM