Drats!  After 10 days of logistical issues and scheduling conflicts, my plans for skiing this weekend have been blind-sided by an uncommon spoiler- Wedding Season.  Usually the two activities don’t cross, but a couple weeks worth of encroachment by both has me jammed up.

Weddings usually rain terror on my golf plans. Even then, I can usually weasel the deal and justify golf as a social bonding opportunity…”You know we aren’t all in town together very often.”

No chance with the skiing. As luck would have it, the wedding is too far away to make any straight-faced argument for a little on-hill mixer with some of the guests.

This is straight out of the imagination of a six year old. It’s just like when my son asked:
“Who would win this battle: A polar bear or a crocodile?”

In this case a pair of doves beats both and I’m left crying crocodile tears.
I always cry at weddings.

-JJ

Note to family and friends:
If you have wedding plans, consider BOYNE. Please?
The facilities are outstanding and all the guests can lump in lots of other fun activities.  That way you'll know that if they do cry, it’s for the right reasons.