The Plan: Ride Okemo Mountain Thursday and Friday. Drive up Wednesday night. The Warning: Northeast gets blanketed with snow Tuesday night into Wednesday night. The Bullshit: Forced to work graveyard shift Wednesday night. Jamie almost gets stranded in Pennsylvania due to the weather, but braves it. The B Plan: Pack up all of our gear in the truck, have Jamie pick me up from work and drive up to Okemo the next morning. The WTF: Truck gets towed Thursday morning along with all of our gear. Had to wait for Jamie's parents to send a certified document to the towing company before we could pick it up. Been awake for 24 hours and due to weather emergency parking rules set in Albany, I tried to stash my car at a visitors parking hospital lot only to get caught and ejected. Instead, payed $30 to leave my car at a gas station for a couple of days. Didn't hit the road until 1 in the afternoon. Missed out on Thursday riding. Loss of money. Rescheduled for Friday and Saturday. More money. Rode Okemo Friday morning in single digit weather against raging winds that pierced right to the skin. Exhaustion kicks in. Frustration takes over. Dehydration sets in. The Hightlight: Jamie takes out a skier from behind, sending her smashing into the ground as she loses a ski, while Jamie somersaults out of control over the lip of the trail and almost ends up crashing into the woods if weren't for the three feet of snow to stop his momentum. After struggling to get back onto the trail, Jamie unleashes his anger at the lady as if it were her fault. Beers at the bar after that. The End Game: Later that evening, Jamie launches a Heineken bottle at me, I catapult it back and it happens to land on his big toe, injuring him. Game Over. No riding Saturday. No refund for the ticket. Black clouds over our heads. The Result: Jamie spends over $1000 for one day of snowboarding. Bad Karma the entire trip. It wasn't meant to be. The Lessons Learned: Quit while you're ahead. Acknowledge the signs. The Famous Last Words: What a big fucking show!