Leave it to... Ward

I've been trying to plan a ski vacation to Mt. Whistler with this eclectic group of friends I met last ski season, but no matter what I do, it just won't work.

There's Nunzio, who'd rather not book anything in advance. He'd just prefer to wait until the perfect snow conditions arrive and then buy a ticket and go. Price is not an issue for Nunzio, as he is a self-employed investor, making a living by trading on the various markets with his own money. Therefore he doesn't have to worry about time off from work, he just has to make sure someone will feed his dog while he's away (even though I'm pretty sure "Tucker" could make it several weeks on his fat reserves).

Then there's Tracey who is unemployed, but not by choice. Tracey has already declared that she won't commit to a ski trip before she finds a job.

Ana is quite agreeable to most anything.

But then there's Ward. Imagine Jeff Kent sans the porn 'stache. And he's a cheapskate, except when it comes to his dope. Ward would just assume sleep in a garbage can as long as he had his "BC Bud," and I ain't talking about Canadian beer.

So there lays the problem. Ward doesn't want to pay for nice accommodations. Everytime I suggest a nice place, he wants to invite 5 more people to get the cost down. Or, when I balk at a crammed condo with insufficient sleeping space, he suggests some place designed for two adults and six kids. No amount of BC Bud will make me feel comfortable in a single bed.

So here I am, in my quandary. Too bad no one else in the group will say anything.

Maybe I'll just go to Maui instead. I hear Maui Wowie is in season all year long.