girls suck

okay, it's 10pm on a saturday night and i am at home. my husband is out at a roy jones fight (whatever that is) with a bunch of other guys. believe it or not, i actually had a babysitter. she arrived at 6:15 so that i could meet two friends for dinner - whose husbands were also at the fight. i got to the restaurant 30 minutes early (intentionally) so i could sit at the bar and drink beer until they arrived. they arrived pretty much on time and we got a table, ate dinner and by 9:45, my two girl friends were packing up their things and heading for the door. i was visibly distressed, but what could i do? tell them that i was going back to the bar to have a few more drinks and that i would get a cab home? they knew i had had several and were offering to drive me home - i had to come up with some excuse for wanting to stay - and fast. i quickly texted my husband to see if he was anywhere nearby so that maybe he could meet me for a drink and we could ride home together. but of course, i am here blogging, so obviously, he was not anywhere nearby. in fact, he is still out - with guys, who do not feel pressure to rush home and relieve babysitters. with guys who aren't counting the calories in their beers or worried who is looking at them thinking that they might be drinking too much. with guys who aren't talking about the best places in town to buy knick-knacks. with guys who aren't worried about the wrinkles in their foreheads or whether their breasts are big enough. with guys who clearly are just looking to hang out for a few hours and have fun. and i know, there is nothing more annoying than the girl who thinks she is too cool to be a girl, who says that all of her friends are guys. but tonight, for just a little while, i am wishing that girl was here, sharing a beer with me.