Nobody's Bitch!!

There are several rules which accompany ‘an evening out with the lads’.
These meetings are necessary and of great importance, serving a multitude of purposes such as:
* re-invigoration of Testosterone
* re-inforcement of the ‘I am top dog in my house’ illusion, having just promised your wife you won’t drink too much and be home before midnight!
* re-telling of various ‘This problem happened . . blablabla . . but I rescued the day’ stories

to mention but a few.

Besides which, it is an excellent oportunity to insult one another in the firm knowledge that no-one, yes, no-one will take offence.
These insult are to 99% designed to challenge your machoness!
Example:
‘You drink like a girl!’ (If your glass has slightly more liquid in it than the other’s)
‘Yellow is a girl’s colour!’ (If you happen to pot a yellow ball in pool billiad’
‘What are you?? A girl?’ (If you refuse to partake in a Kebab-Chips Combo after several pints)

So it was that last night Gary, Kev and I visited a few watering holes in town to drink, shoot pool, laugh like hyenas and chomp Kebabs (see picture).



Reason for meeting?
Gary has just resigned his job and is now for 5 days (i.e. before he starts his new job) as he puts it ‘nobody’s bitch’!!

It can safely be said that last night I was ‘the girl’, having drunk Budweiser rather than pints of beer, potting the yellow balls and refusing to poison my body with the Kebab-Chip Combo.

Luckily my ‘look into my eyes and tell me if I care’ stare neutralised the stigma attached to such behaviour and my ‘macho’ handshake ensured that I qualify for a future invite!