Boys' night out

I always hang out with guys. That's just what I do. I have a handful of close girl friends, and the rest are all guys. I find them easier to get along with, which I think is because I expect less out of them than I do my female counterparts. If they say something ridiculously dense, it's OK. \nGirls, on the other hand, just irritate me if they can't complete a logical thought. If guys don't clean up after themselves when they cook, I overlook it. I mean, that's a guy for you, but girls should know better by now.\nThis weekend was different, though. I didn't just hang out with the guys like I normally do. I actually got to be one of the guys. Well, not literally, of course. But for all intents and purposes I was one of the guys. I was cracking horrible jokes, unabashedly making fun of my male company and making intelligent suggestions on how to handle a tied basketball game with 10 seconds left.\nFrankly, being one of the guys was more fun than I thought possible. I spent an hour in the toy section at Wal-Mart while three guys argued about the greatest functions of every single Lego toy in the market. The arguments were frequently interrupted with questions like, "Who is hotter, Cali-Girl Barbie or Very Rosy Barbie?" As much as I hate Barbie and all of the gender stereotypes she represents, and while plastic robots aren't exactly my thing either, it was still kind of fun. It had been years since I had browsed the toy aisles.\nThe rest of the day was spent playing old Nintendo games like Contra and Tecmo Bowl. There was deep conversation about who would be what gaming system if he had a choice. Battles took place between the newly assembled toys -- an all out war was waged to decide once and for all whose toy was better. \nThat night I talked the boys into sacrificing their frozen pizzas for a more cultural evening. The six of us claimed a little area of a darkened café and spent hours sharing stories and funny memories while a live jazz band created the perfect atmosphere for our outing. As the boys were discussing whose Bionicle is bigger (this is a Lego toy, by the way), a group of girls entered the café. At first they were quiet, but they began to get progressively louder. Ignoring them was impossible, and I was forced against my will to listen to their conversation. \nIt was at this point I realized why I choose to spend time with guys. Girls can be insanely annoying. I know all girls aren't annoying. A good proportion of the female population doesn't fit the stereotypical bimbo image that makes me choose male friends. However, loud groups of girls are obnoxious. I mean, here we are in a nice little eatery, enjoying each other's company, and I can't even hear because these girls are screaming about their Friday night activities. You've heard these conversations before either while riding the bus, or on the way to class. It goes something like... \nGirl One: Oh my god! And then he was, like, talking to me and I was like …\nGirl Two: You have got to be kidding me.\nGirl One: No, I am totally serious.\nGirl Three: I can not believe that. I mean, really, like oh my god!\nIt made me cringe, it made me sick and it made me thankful I was having such a grand evening with such wonderful guys. Sure, Bionicle discussions are not exactly my idea of stimulating conversation, but it's fun. And it sure beats the hell out of girly conversation. Personally, I'd rather talk about Legos.