Man's Week End. . . .No Longer Weekend!

This Thursday begins Man's Week End or MWE. Back when my boss was a human being, she once commented that my MWE shirt was incorrect that Man's Weekend should be MW. I told her 1) Since it's starts Thursday afternoon (at least that's when I get there), it's actually Man's Week End and 2) that's why women aren't invited.. . . . .But I digress.

Not to be all self back patting, but I started Man's Weekend about 13 years ago as a way for the guys to get together. You see my friend's from highschool are a little busy with family and live a distance away and I thought this would be a good way to make sure that we got to see each other every year. So, I sent invites out and told my three brothers to invite people. One of my brothers opted out of MWE for personal reasons. The three of us gathered some people and we met at my parents shore house. We drank and played football on the beach and drank while playing football on the beach. . . .

Word spread and the invite list began to expand. Unfortunately, several years ago, my parents sold their shore house, thus leaving us high and dry. So I made a couple of calls and spoke to a neighbor who had a shore house and she agreed to rent us the place VERY CHEAPLY. Being the consummate negotiator, I sweetened the pot by buying her daughter a US Bond every year. Now, she's tickled pink to rent it to us.

interestingly enough, a couple of years ago, a friend of mine (HEY! I have one or two . .. as long as they don't have long exposure to me) said that his wife refused to believe that we didn't have girls down there . . .AFTER LETTING HIM GO FOR 10 YEARS!! There are no girls . . .unless you count the Anime Porn Girls.

The schedule (and I use the term "schedule" loosely) is as follows:

Thursday:
I get down there around 1:00PM pop in a movie and relax (not the Anime Porn)
By early evening, people roll in and we grab something to eat and hit the bar (Please no more LaCosta). This leads to dome hockey and three ball for a buck a round.

Friday:
Friday is golf day. We golf until about 6:00 or until it gets dark (in my case) and then we head back for a little drinking and then off to the bar again. We used to have basketball on Friday night. . I don't know what happened there.

Saturday:
Wake up to WaWa coffee and Welshie's breakfast sandwiches. Mmmmmmm . .a hangover's best friend. A little warm up and then this year it is back to the beach for football. This is usually followed up by hockey. Somewhere along the line, I get tossed in the net with an elbow pad for a cup and the mockery begins. Fortunately, I am usually so sore from Football that I can't tell that I'm being tortured. One year we took it easy and played softball and I was bleeding everywhere by the end of the game. (HINT: do not slide when you are wearing jeans with no knees in them). Saturday is back to the bar until we get kicked out.

Sunday is clean up and get out time!

Along the way, there are movies that get put in while we are in between injuries. Full Metal Jacket (3x minimum), Pulp Fiction, etc. This Year Boondock Saints!

This year I have to drive from MWE to Portland Maine for a conference on Monday morning. This is gonna hurt.