There comes a time in every man's life when the call of the wolfpack beckons. When his instinctual urge to belch, fistbump and exchange wasszuuups with the homies drives him to log off Club Penguin in search of opportunities to high five and lose his voice. These are the times when the village elders must step up and offer guidance. And Monster Jam tickets.
Step 1: Round up the Boyz.
Boyz nights outs are best when shared by, well, your boyz. Guys who have had your back since day one. Guys like Jaden and Jack. Jack isn't pictured below because I don't think he was born yet when this was taken.
Once comfortably seated (and in some cases, booster seated), you begin your road trip. Make sure you all pre-emptive pee before you get on the road. You can bitch and moan all you want that you don't have to go right now, but the elder won't stop the car because then you'll all miss the pit party. So go pee. Now. I said go.
Step 2: Talk about girls.
Jaden: [some name this author can't remember] has a crush on me.
Fury: Oh I've seen her before, she is H-O-T (make sure to spell out words that might embarrass you in front of the elder). I saw her in your yearbook.
Jaden: Yeah, she is H-O-T alright.
Jack: Yup. I think she is H-O-T too.
Step 3: Trucks. Big. Ass. Trucks.
And buy program books for the drivers to sign. Just like those autograph books at Disneyland, but without all the over-the-top cartoony animal characters.
I said I know. But this is different. They crush stuff.
And there is nothing cooler than getting the autograph of those who crush stuff and do jumps. Trust me.
Except for maybe being within 10 feet of the most awesomest, meanest, wicked coolest thing ever in the whole wide world, aka Gravedigger.
Step 4: Be Rowdy
Find a venue that enables you to toss that "inside voice" out the window.
And scream and shout. Or snarl. Whichever best suits your mood.
Step 5: Embrace Excess.
Nothing like a nice good explosion to usher in the evening's festivities.
A little substance abuse never hurt anyone. Permanently.
And there's no such thing as too much horsepower...
or sick air...
Step 6: Witness a Bouncer Swarm
So we're exiting the men's room during intermission when I hear the familiar sound of "drunk and disorderly" meets "security staff fed up with your shenanigans." As this was taking place not 10 feet from us, I instinctually grabbed the 3 young 'uns to get them out of melee range. This was immediately met with "aw, I wanna see what's going on!" and "oooh! what's happening!" and "cool, a fight!"
I surveyed the landscape and determined that the bouncer-to-hooligan ratio favored the quick restoration of order, so we watched the scuffle from ringside.
"You see? That's what happens when you get too drunk. You don't follow rules and get dragged out by security."
And that's one to grow on.
Step 7: Wait in long lines and blow cash on random stuff.
Here's a tip. If you ever go to a Monster Truck show, buy your souvenirs first. If you wait until the end of the evening, when 30,000 other people learn that they should have bought their souvenirs first, you'll be standing in line, all wishing you had bought your souvenirs first. But of course, even if you wait forever in line, don't start thinking about what you want to buy until you get to the front of the line. Because pressure is fun. As is agitating the guy at the booth who just wants to go home. Oh, and use your credit card because they love that.
And then stand proud. Because you have done your part to keep the machine chugging along. MOICHENDISING! Where da real money is made!
Step 8: Pee in the parking lot.
Step 9: Denny's.
You can't call it a Boyz Night Out until you've at least attempted to eat a Moons Over My Hammy. Right?
Step 10: Pass the #$%@ Out
For more Monster Jam / Boyz Night Out pics, check out my Flickr set.