3 days before x-mas a friend told me about a ski I needed that was for sale in Vegas. After scouting it out online and chatting with builder, I agreed. Told wife we were roadtrippin' for the holidays, ditched family and had to listen to sister-in-law squeal over who was going to bring the ham now.
Borrowed co-workers mini-van so ski fit inside, packed boards, stopped off in Co for some powder. Stayed an extra couple days since the powder kept coming, finally hit vegas and traded all our pocket change for some beer while sitting in front of a machine with an arm that didn't do squat except award us with a beer girl every 5 minutes. Didn't lose ski money, wife guarded it well even with roulette calling us (almost 50/50... red or black... double your money... free ski... aw come on, just try me... it's that easy)
Went on to lake Havasu to buy ski, had an awesome time with it, and came back to michigan just in time for new years! Spent New years eve with a beer (or something like it), my wife, and the ski in our garage.
Not crazy, but without this sport, i wouldn't have done that. Had the best time with my wife on this trip. I look forward to Daytona next year.
