Funny - that's how I got into alpine. I took up snowboarding on a trip with our friends to Queenstown. They all skied, and were horrified that I wanted to board, but boarding looked like less stuff to lose in a beginner yard sale ... so boarding it was. I remember watching the Japanese guys from the lift, and saying to my friend "That's awesome. I want to do that".
He said "You'll need some different gear if you want to do that".
I said "That's cool. We can find some". The next season, there was a brand new Hot Blast in the shop window of one of the Auckland ski shops, for an absolutely obscene amount of money. So I bought it, and spent the next couple of seasons beating the snot out of myself on it. That I ever actually learned to ride was a triumph of pain tolerance and dogged determination over common sense. I didn't really even learn to carve as such until I moved to Canada, and met up with the local crew here.
As for now - there's nothing better than the days where it's bluebird skies, perfectly groomed chalk, and you and some of your best friends hooting and hollering and laying down trenches. Pretty much the most fun you can have upright.