A year ago, my husband and I took a trip to Hong Kong with our best friends. Georgina and I got dresses made while we were there, and when we came home, we wanted some fancy place to wear them. Dan's college was having a fund-raiser, a wine-tasting and auction, and he suggested going to it because it would be dressy.
It was a nice wine-tasting, with some superb Pinot Noirs out of the Sebastopol area. I really enjoyed them.
There was wine with dinner, too.
By the time they started auctioning things off, life was looking good. One of the auction items was a week-long trip to Australia, a place I have always wanted to go. They began with the reserve bid, which in my slightly overcheerful state seemed quite reasonable, and nobody bid. I turned to my husband and asked, "May I bid on it?" He sighed and said, "If you have to."
It was the only bid. I was shortly the possessor of a trip to Australia.
My husband's only tired comment on the way home was, "Well, if we are going to Australia, the Great Barrier Reef is there, and YOU HAVE FINALLY GOT TO LEARN TO DIVE." Sheepishly, I agreed.
We never dove the Great Barrier Reef (although we had wonderful diving in Australia), but I found myself completely hooked on diving.