Man Up ~ P90X Blog 3

We are easily entertained.

Man-cations. Man-dates. Man-night. Those Manly things are all tired plays on the word Man. What does it mean to be a man? Surely not enjoying Mancations with your Man friends while doing Manly things.

And yet, cliches are cliches for a reason.

It is with regret that I report on the goings-on of Monday evening. I walked to the Boston airport and hopped a bus to Portland to visit The Bearded Beernut and Nacho, Nacho Man (and Nacho Man's brother, Dandy). We were going to play pegs and aces, drink beer and eat bacon.

It drives me batty to bend to stereotypes. Truly. You should know that. But when you see bacon-dusted french fries on the menu at Nosh, you order them. Then, at LFK, when you see bacon-covered macaroni and cheese, you order that.

At Taco Escobar, our third restaurant of the evening, Nacho Man decided it would be awesome to order nachos. And it was. At The Great Lost Bear, the fourth dining establishment of our evening, Nacho Man order nachos again. Hence his new nickname.

Last night I ate: Half an order of bacon fries, bacon macaroni and cheese, a fourth of an order of nachos, half an order of fried vegetables, and a feeble 1/30th of The Bear's nachos. There was so much food that I couldn't drink a Guinness. At 11 p.m.

And that is how I spent 16 hours in Portland. In addition to my newfound hobby of waddling, it was an excellent night out, though Bearded Beernut and Nacho Man were moving a little slow this morning for some reason. Maybe they're not real men.