Music, "Da Guys," and Beer

If you're female, this post is highly unlikely to make much sense.

One of the things I enjoy most in life is hanging out with "da guys." Many of the guys play instruments. My friend Jimmy, being a guy, took it upon himself to build a massive stage in what used to be an oversized two-car garage. Yes, the stage he built has a Red Sox theme and it looks like a baseball diamond.

C'mon. Get with the program. Of course he did. And yeah, his wife let him do it. Why? Because it kept him busy for days on end, was sort of at home, and she didn't have to put up with his shit during the project.

What was my point? Oh, yes. I love hanging out with the guys. We drink beer, we swear a lot, we smoke cigarettes and cigars, we pretend to not be in love with the women with whom we are in love, we play music, we drink more beer, we swear some more, and ... ummm ... be guys.

I brought my dulcimer which Cathy Lanno gave to me. There are precious few songs requiring a dulcimer, so I spent most of the evening singing harmony, fetching beers, and fiddling with the sound board.

Guys will understand this post. Women will likely not. We do not discuss Hollywood celebrities, the fucking Swine Flu, or what is indeed the "new black." We scratch our crotches, insult one another, and love life.

Welcome to manhood.

My view from the drumset -- and don't bother making a comment, I know full well that I suck at playing the drums. Rusty (who's awesome) and Jerry (who's freakin' awesome) were both there last night. I was allowed to beat 'em up for a while, then kicked off stage. They were gracious enough to have me to play cowbell during "Honky Tonk Woman."