We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Ran into my neighbor across the street yesterday and he said "Jeez, we haven't gone out for a beer or thrown darts in ages. You free?"
We set Thursday up - letting 'the guys' know that we're all meeting at a local watering hole.
I'm lucky that I have several outlets for 'the guys'. I play poker once a month in NYC (friend runs an industry focused game). I play poker intermittently with a group of guys through an old next-door neighbor, though I have to travel to these and don't make them regularly. The old next-door neighbor has his own events, capped by two massive bonfires and BYOB dinner events. One around Christmas, the other during the NFC or AFC Championship game (when we burn the Christmas trees we collect on the way there). Finally, a semi-regular Thursday thing with 'the guys' locally.
Oh yeah, and the Preakness, when a bunch of the college fraternity folks gather. Tough to get them all together regularly as we're scattered to the wind.
Of course, almost everybody in my division at work are female. So, as my wife says, I like to 'get my skirt on and dish' when I head out with them. Always an experience, I get to show them why hanging out with women is very different than hanging out with 'the guys'.
The spouse created a world HQ for his male friends to visit each Friday at 4 p.m., and the NY Times included this humble shed in their essay about such things. The building formerly held our skiff. The empty shed was spiffed up, and is quite nice in a very rustic way. The attendees seem wildly enthusiastic about the whole thing, and their wives get three hours of peace and quiet at home.