And there will be celebrations! The Regina City Square Plaza is covered with one big tent that is street wide and two blocks long. All the rooms in all the Regina hotels are booked. And so are all the rooms in surrounding rural hotels booked. Hundreds of bedrooms in private residences are for rent. On Kijiji I read that these bedroom rental rates range from a palatial $1000 dollars per weekend to a paltry $60 dollars per night -- but must like dogs.
Back to busking …
FACT: At the beginning of this week, with the above zero temperatures, I had decided that the Fates were being exceedingly kind … until these same Fates rained on my CHAUCERIAN PARADE!
This is no joke. It takes a real man to strum in the rain. Whaaat? Not to worry, dear reader … This line is but a segue into my sexist topic for today, THE MAN LUNCH.
‘Tis sad and true that around my workplace it takes more than a pair of cojones to connote manhood. At my workplace a real man must attend THE MAN LUNCH. THE MAN LUNCH signals a moment of machismo, manly guys doing a manly thing for just one hour each Friday noon hour.
As members of THE MAN LUNCH we range in age from the virile to the viagral … PASS THE TESTOSTERONE, PLEASE!
As members of THE MAN LUNCH we are geeks; we are gear-heads. We are baronial; we are benighted and bandersnatch. We are plump; we are fit. We are bald; we are barbate. We are a police officer, and a pipe fitter; a hunter and a hockey referee; a welder and a jail guard; an artist and computer analyst; a carpenter and salesman; a guitar luthier and … a busker!
During THE MAN LUNCH we eat pizza, of which we do not eat gluten free or pineapple, and we do not eat chicken teriyaki or spinach and feta.
Our purpose for THE MAN LUNCH is purely recreational – it is a fun-filled meat feeding frenzy. For just five dollars apiece we can eat all the pizza we want of ALL MEAT (bacon, pepperoni, ham, salami, ground beef), BACON DOUBLE CHEESE BURGER (beef, onions, bacon), or THE INFERNO (pepperoni, beef, mushrooms, onions, BANANA PEPPERS).
And why did we pick pizza for our menu? Because real men festinate to pizza for the same reason they festinate to women – NO I WON'T GO THERE. (Rob Ford, the now infamous MAYOR OF TORONTO went there last week and look where it got him!)
All the men who gather at THE MAN LUNCH know the code:
No Crying & No Complaining about the pizza or the warm cans of Coca-Cola.
All members of THE MAN LUNCH must be a man … must be a staffer … must eat meat!
At THE MAN LUNCH we discuss mainly the manly things in life.
Being teachers, we discuss educational policies -- NOT.
We discuss teaching methodologies -- NOT.
We share lesson plans – NOT.
We ridicule particular students – NOT.
We ridicule particular teachers of the other gender – NOT.
We drool over particular zaftig persons of the opposite sex – NOT ... er … maybe.
We discuss flivvers and tires – YES … and guns – YES ... and babes and boobs – NOT … er … maybe.
During THE MAN LUNCH we do NOT sing – we zing … between sound bites (pun intended) we loudly zing one another and loudly laugh at one another. For certain we are poetasters.
During THE MAN LUNCH we discuss meat pizzas, the color of floor hockey pucks, and the NFL.
And why would any man attend such a lunch?
Without a moment of thought (being the typical male) I can right away list three perfect reasons:
- To strengthen our public virility (by job description we are kindly care-givers).
- To relive our virility (or lack thereof).
- To succumb to peer pressure (If he does not attend … he cannot stand among the men.)
As our doppelganger selves we are just real and ordinary teachers; as our real selves we can unprofessionally present our manliness just one noon hour a week at THE MAN LUNCH. I’m thinking that The Man Lunch is but a simple reprieve from our mundane workaday socialist selves in a typically gender-neutered work environment.
During THE MAN LUNCH we are truly a brotherhood. During THE MAN LUNCH we are a gathering of grunts. (In fact, if it weren’t for the sex, I could very well be gay because I love hanging around guys … so sayeth the hunter who is still amongst us.)
During THE MAN LUNCH we are but …
a breed of sublimated carnivores under the bromosexual sun!