Had a big party at Chez Ware-Gleason last Friday night. Am still recovering. When my husband, aka Music Man, has a party, it always includes live music. In this case, he knew a couple guys who were putting together a new bluesy cover band and invited them to "try out" their new set at our house last Friday. We have a big yard on a lake, and the band was set up on the deck from our ranch's walkout.
Music Man is a piano player, so he moved a piano out onto the deck, and the guys brought a full drum set, amps, mixing board, guitars, mikes, etc., etc.
We had a keg, made dogs and brats on the grill, and attendees brought sides and stuff to share. Plenty o'food.
I can't sing, but I did. (Heh.) Sat myself next to Music Man during a lull (even though the new band was playing, it was also open-mike night for any attending musicians to sit in or join in), and I asked him to play "Baby I'm Amazed" and we sang it together. How sweet.
Well, it would have been sweet if I can sing. It was more like Linda and Paul McCartney than...hmmmm...Sonny & Cher? But I had fun, and since I couldn't hear myself, all was well!
Anyway, as I mentioned, I'm still recovering from the party.
But this brings me to the point of the blog. During the course of the evening, I was standing with a group of friends talking, and a few minutes into the conversation, one of the guys looked at me and said, "That's the second time you've dropped the F-bomb."
(I'm sure it's a shock to all of you that I would do such a thing. But, it's true. I did.)
Anyway, the friend, Ted, was more shocked-slash-admiring than anything. Maybe it's 'cause I know him from church, but it's not as if he's a sheltered kind of guy. Not in the least.
So, yeah. I use the F-word. I love the F-word. It's earthy, it's strong, it's satisfying...and it's a guy thing. It's a man's word.
That's why I love it.
And I personally don't find the word itself offensive--whereas there are other words/phrases that bother me (the C-bomb for one), this one is just a great, solid word.
So I got to thinking about guy things that girls do. Using the F-word is one.
Drinking a beer. (and enjoying it)
Driving a stick shift. (and preferring it)
I happen to do all three.
What other guy things do girls do? Which ones do you do, girls? Guys, do you see it this way? Or am I all effed up?
