Do you know what's missing from the play so far? Well, truthfully, several things. Do you know to what specifically I am referring in this post? The obligatory meat conversation.
Yep, if you get more than two men together in a room for more than two minutes, you will hear it - and it could last for hours. It is that bonding agent, that life blood to which men cling like the proverbial lifeboat in the proverbial sea.
Bacon. Steak. Pork chops. Ham. Barbecue. Chicken. How can you prepare it? How hot does the fire have to be? How good will it taste when it's sitting on your plate? How many kinds of smokers/grills/spits/kitchens/ovens do you have at your residence for which to cook said meat? Good golly, it is fascinating and/or mind-numbingly ridiculous to behold.
So, if this play involves three men hanging out, how many meat conversations are needed to ring true?
I guess you might have to invent an over/under bet with your theater-going friends. (Here's a hint: it is at least one.) Try to temper your enthusiasm until September.
Maybe in the meantime, eat a burger and discuss amongst yourselves.
Where there are men, there are meat conversations.
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