Vermont

One of my friends here at NYU has way too much money for his own good. So he owns a car. A car in NYC!!! I don't even want to know what he pays for car insurance, or to rent a parking space for that matter. But anyway, I convinced him to ditch classes for a few days and drive up to Vermont to get snowed in with me. Come hell or high water, I was going to see a fucking snowstorm.

We decided to drive to Albany, about two hours north, and decide where to go from there based on guidance (aka the same shitty models that forecasted a blizzard for NYC a few days earlier). Guidance said to go to Montpelier, Vermont.

At this point it was 9pm and flurrying - LOVELY :D

So we drove to Montpelier and got in at around midnight. A shady Motel 6 right off Interstate 86 only charged us $48 for the night... huzzah! Radar showed some great mesoscale bands coming into the Montpelier area, so naturally I couldn't get to sleep. Visibility dropped to zero at around 3am for the first time, and we were rockin' and rollin' in blizzard conditions. I think by this point in time, Josh was wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into, but that's ok.

Finally went to bed at 6am and woke up a few hours later. SIX INCHES OF SNOW ON THE GROUND ALREADY!!!! I went outside and rolled around a bit. And by a bit, I mean a fuckload. Snowfall rates around 2" per hour at this point in time. Snow let up late that night, with 17" total. Not bad.

Unfortunately, both Vermont and New York State are phenominal at clearing snow off the highways, so we were able to drive back to the City Thursday afternoon. *sigh* Anyway, NYC had 3 inches of gluppity glop when I got back. Roads still needed to be plowed. And oh yeah, our Moron Mayor Mike had refused to lift alternate-side rules, so tons of people were ticketed for not moving their cars, which happened to be glued to the ground by a sheet of ice. Way to go Bloomy.