Awhile back, a few of us guys here at work started a movie watching club. The idea came about when it was discovered that our wives all attended an all-ladies movie watching club. We'd get stuck watching the kids all day while they were out living the "single" life. The guys decided that we needed a club of our own. A way to get away from it all for a few hours to just be men. We'd eat things like burgers and steaks, laugh about whose wife was worse, and view quality (or not-so-quality) entertainment. So we formed a secret club, and we called it the Man Movie Mayhem. Code name MMM, for short.
So, the next month we proceeded. One of the guy's wife was going to spend the day at her mother's house, so the rest of us made up excuses to sneak out of the house and congregate at his house. Each month, we rotated around to each guy's house, so as not to put too much burden on any one guy or draw to much suspicion to our activities.
Our movie lineup included classic movies like Must Love Dogs, You've Got Mail, Bridget Jone's Diary, and Robin Hood: Men in Tights. Everything was fine for the first few months. We never felt more free or liberated. We were men. We were living like men were meant to live. That is until my wife happen to come home early and catch us in the middle of a viewing of Pride and Prejudice. I never heard the end of it.
The Man Movie Mayhem club was disbanded shortly after. The irony of it is that the women were apparently getting together to watch action flicks.
