Snow.

Oh, this snow.
It was January 25th, 2015. I was with my brother in the Sebring, driving down to the strip district to see Less Than Jake. Snowing pretty hard, but nothing a native of Pittsburgh isn’t used to. Blasting the Suicide Machines, we got there, early as usual, to wait in line…until we saw the line. It was about 14 degrees, with the windchill taking it down to negative 300 (estimation), so we decided to sit in my car and wait for the line to die down.

It only died up.

So we decided to get in line and wait, and as treacherous as it was, well worth the great show that Less Than Jake ALWAYS puts on.

Now jump back to a week before this when the ice on the road was a bit slippery. When I was heading to school on a snowy afternoon. When the snow plow came a bit too far over the yellow line into my lane, swerving me into the two inches of snow on the shoulder, colliding with the guardrail, knocking off half my bumper and shattering my headlight.

Oh, the light was still working.
But let’s just say it wasn’t too…safe.

Jump even farther back to Megan Green and I making plans to go see Less Than Jake two days after the Pittsburgh date. Because we’re fans of New York City. And we’re fans of adventures. And we’re the biggest fans of disasters.

Now my brother and I in Pittsburgh. We walked out to my car with the cracked bumper and destroyed headlight and got in. I turned the key, which took strangely long to start. I turned the switch, and approximately 50% of my headlights worked. No big deal, I thought. The snow must have just caused too much moisture and killed the bulb.

We started driving back home, and on 79 going back north, we made so many friends on the road! More than ever. I wasn’t sure as to why, until I put down my window for one of the many cars to give a friendly, “Hello, friend!”, just for her to respond, “YOUR TAILLIGHTS ARE OUT!”

Friends don’t let friends drive without taillights I guess.

Jump forward a day to the Less Than Jake show in New York City being canceled due to the “snowmageddon” that was supposed to happen and shut the city down, forcing the concert to be rescheduled to June, creating a new adventure.

But that’s a story for another day.

Unfortunately, there were no disasters on the way home from the strip. We put the hazards on, drove slowly, snow pouring down, and got home safely. I pulled off to the side of the road in front of my house to park, which is on a pretty sloped hill.

And the car slid on its side two feet into the yard, and nearly rolls.

But that’s a story for another day.

The gears of life always turning to create new adventures and new experiences…
Ohhh, the snow.