On what has always been a "boys trip", I decided one February to join my husband and his best friend and go skiing in Austria. With no skiing experience. With a bad back. And with no idea that being able to STOP while skiing was critical for one's success on the slopes. This monologue dives deep into the history of the idiots who thought skiing on tiny, wooden slats was something to do for fun, and then explores how one's ego is shattered by European toddlers on skis who are already better at life than you are. It's the hunt for WHY people ski, risking life and limb....for what?