Snow Blizzards & Pat Downs Ooo-La-La

I made my annual trip to Colorado last week. For some reason I had this intense urge to just put Mecca instead of Colorado. My Bad! Ha! Well, it was definitely not good. Sometimes I think I cause more problems than it's worth for me to be there. My biological family lives there ( in case you were like what the livestock is she talking about ). My flight landed in Denver at around 12:30 but of course my mom and her boyfriend had to be late. Which I actually was really ticked about because I really thought they were just being more inconsiderate than usual, and telling me bluffs about how bad the snow storm was. I wish they were bluffing! Denver was in like this giant anti-snow bubble because, I swear, it was the only city that wasn't experiencing massive amounts of frozen icicle crap raining from the sky. A mile outside of Denver the weather was a monstrosity. Colorado has these super weird winds where all the snow currently on the ground tends to drift to one side causing what they call snow drifts, I call them Mountains of Un-foretold Torture. Considering the story I'm about to tell my title fits better. So, we have been driving for what seems like forever, just me, my mom, and her boyfriend. Have I mentioned I'm not a huge fan of said boyfriend, because I'm not. And when I say forever I'm not too far off, we left the airport at around 1:30 it was then 6 o'clock. Usually, it takes about an hour and a half to get to my mom's from Denver. Well it's about six when suddenly (for the third time that night) the car starts to slide off the road a little. Totally not a big deal we are in a Tahoe we can recover from a little road sliding. Well we straighten ourselves out only to come crashing into one of those Mountains of Un-foretold Torture. It was sitting in the middle of the flippin' road! For real?!?!? Not cool. Well my mom's boyfriend gets out to push the car and the car decides it's not moving. So, they call a neighbor who has a 4x4 to come pull us out. So the neighbor and my brother head out on their way. They don't get there until after midnight. I've now been in a car with the only person on the planet I could come close to hating for almost 12 hours now! Surprisingly nothing terrible has happened and I haven't gone off at his pervasive jokes or stabs at my beliefs by now. I really am more amazing than I thought. Well, the neighbor can't get the car out either and at about two they decide my mom and I should go back down to the gas station we passed about 10 miles back. Thank heavens! I think I had been holding my bladder for about four hours. It took us until three to get to the gas station where we had a lovely gourmet dinner of microwave burritos and chips.But at least they had a bathroom! Oh and I did meet a lovely boy who played the guitar, he was stuck too. By five we were still at the gas station when my mom's boyfriend finally gave up getting the car out and we got a motel room for the night, not that there was any night left. It was a miserable night but by 10 the next morning the weather had settled down and it looked as if nothing wrong had ever happened. Lies! The car was frozen and couldn't move into gear so I was stuck in that little po-dunk town in the middle of nowhere the whole weekend. Well that ended badly in lots of argument and word vomit but that's a story for a completely different day. On a more pleasant, funnier note, I will never wear a buttoned shirt to the airport again. Apparently the buttons mess up the body scan which then allows you the incredible privilege of being patted down by airport security. Most awkward moment of my life, to date. At least it was a woman?