A Confession

While in Utah on my boys ski trip my Wife's Nephew happened to be getting married. So as any decent family man would do, I attended the Groom's Dinner (the lifts were closed) and ditched the wedding (lifts were open dude).


But that's not my confession. I came to terms with the no wedding thing. (sorry Tyler!)

When I explained to my guys that I was going into SLC to attend this dinner at 6:30pm they all chuckled. And then the in-law jokes started. They began taking bets on how fast I would escape the trauma of making an appearance at the dinner and high-tail-it back to Park City.

So here is my confession:

I didn't make it back until almost 1am!

After dinner I made a conscientious decision to "hang" with the wife's family. I couldn't even blame it on alcohol. In fact I was the ring leader.

I drove three sisters-in-law an hour north of SLC to the home of a nephew to eat some ice cream. As we headed to the car I had a premonition that the conversation would quickly turn to quilting and lace. I wasn't disappointed. The quilting chit chat started in the parking lot.

But after demanding a change in the conversation they proceeded to embarrass me. We started talking March Madness and they knew more about what was going on then I did. To have three, uh... more mature... women throwing around stats, players names and coaching decisions left me a little emasculated.

So there I sat with the in-laws into the wee hours of the morning. Doing what? Watching YouTube clips and laughing till it hurt.


I confess I had a good time.

But then I coulda been sitting in a hot tub with 6 other guys!! What's not to like about the in-laws.