Excuse me while I get sentimental over the one thing that I allow myself to become emotionally invested in. 

Ignore the heartlessness in that statement, but I mean it when I say there are not many things that I love as much as a good ole’ college ski trip. By the grace of all things good, it has finally arrived after anxiously counting down since … well, the last ski trip. Colorado consists of almost everything I have ever admired, so spending a week at my sacred getaway with my people puts me on cloud nine.

If you are about to take on ski trip for the first time, you are in for a treat. If you still have not attended, congratulations, I figured out your New Year’s resolution. My advice is to start by planning the perfect ‘Rado playlist to assist your road trip necessities – “Rocky Mountain High“ by John Denver is essential. Cramming in a car for hours can be uncomfortable, but nothing the astonishing view of the mountains and some pleasant tunes can’t fix. 

By the way I talk up ski trip, you would expect me to be an expert skier or snowboarder — recently rejected by the Winter Olympic Games. There could not be a more false assumption. 

I belong on the green slopes and only the green slopes. For those of you who are unaware, the green slopes are for beginners … or toddlers … whatever. Freshman year ski trip was my first time skiing and since I haven’t improved at all, I find entertainment in counting how many times I see my life flash before my eyes. I am living proof of the “it’s okay to go on ski trip, ski one day, and fail miserably” case. If "shredding the gnar" (not even worthy of using that phrase) doesn’t appeal to you, have no fear. I know a handful of people who have gone dog sledding or snowshoeing as an alternative and had the equivalent amount of fun. 

If you’re not already either ecstatic or convinced, let us not forget the fact that you are living in the luxury of a mansion. A massive week-long sleepover. In the mountains. Granted, one year I spent a few nights snoozing under a pool table, but it’s all about the experience, right? Tip: try to beat the rest of the group and claim a bed with all the assertive bones in your body. 

Other reasons ski trip is a lot like how I imagine heaven: the cute lil’ town of Breckenridge with its shops and coffee/crepe fixes, beverages and unlimited hot tubbing (including the cold torture when getting in and out of the hot tub), #NORULES, and of course the memories you’ll create with your paired fraternity or sorority. The “we survived ski trip” bond is an inseparable one. 

Now that my heart is fluttering and my palms are sweaty, let’s do this, ski trip 2015.