or a hockey trip.

We used to have an out of province hockey trip every winter to a neighboring city. We would all kiss our wives and girlfriends goodbye, show up at the local Lions Hall with our hockey gear, throw all of our gear into a big closet under the stairs, lock the closet door and pile into a van preloaded with beer filled kit bags and broken sticks placed strategically at the windows...just case we passed a wife on the road when we left.

With great power comes Awesome irresponsibility.