Bowling

Replace strategy with a few drinks, and then you've got yourself a real game

Just call him the bowlmaster!

Alex firmly clutched his blue ball all evening. Sporadic shouts of "Go, Blueball(s)!" could be heard from the spectator area whenever it was Alex's turn. Alex also experienced first hand how slippery the lane is (sorry, picture not available).

Poor Joseph was left out of the pool extravaganza when the majority of us were carded in the bar area. Well, at least he got to bowl.

What would we have done if Chris decided not to join in our fun? For starters, four of us wouldn't have been able to smash into the back seat of his car on the snowy ride back to the lodge.