This is a party for only the toughest men. Cowboys, Construction workers, Cops, Leather Bound Bikers, Native Warriors, and Sailors. No girl stuff. Just sweaty men being sweaty with eachother.
Thinking back to when i asked my dad why i only see signs for ladies night but not boys night.
I wish i could remember how he explained to me that ladies night actually IS boy's night; because i didn't make the "free/cheap drinks means the women are more drunk and open to advances" connection until much later
"The only way these women will tolerate our presence is if we give them free booze."
Although it was funny going to an engineering school and having super cool female roommates who would go to "ladies nights" with us and go order 6 $2 mixed drinks every 15 minutes.
The more generous interpretation is that because the women are gone, the men are now “unshackled” and can grill and watch the big game without the dang old lady nagging about dishes
This is what I and every person I willingly drink with would do.
"Thanks fuck you, see you tomorrow. Can't wait for you to have to explain what about my attire isn't straight so you're not running up against false advertising claims by not giving us a free beer everyday."
Also this really seems like about the easiest slam dunk ever for discrimination against a protected class but I assume lgbtq people aren't a protected class in whatever windswept sithole this is in.
I think federally at least sexuality is a protected characteristic, but I don't think the courts in Idaho would respect that so you'd need to have the funds to appeal it up a few levels
Btw the ruling to make sexuality a protected characteristic was an incredibly rare Gorsuch W where he ruled that discriminating based off of sexual orientation was discriminating based off of sex (i.e. if you refuse service to Jim because Jim dates Bob, but you wouldn't refuse service to Jane because Jane dates Bob, then that's implicitly discrimination based off of sex)
If you don't have your lower and upper lip fully packed with tobacco while actively going to chemo for mouth cancer, you're too queer for hetero Monday.
Attempting to assuage my gender presentation paranoia by boymoding at the Old State Saloon to see whether I get a free beer only to find out that my baggy 4XL "USSR Master Hemp Cultivator" t-shirt does not, in fact, hide my thunder