Thanks to Facebook and Apple, getting stuck in the snow isn’t like it used to be back in the good old days before 2008. I can’t imagine what it must have been like, no 3G, smartphone or your “friends” updating you on road conditions. It all started at a Los Angeles Lakers game. Just as Kobe Bryant goes up for a slam dunk, there goes my phone. I know a missed a sweet move, but when you’re not a Lakers fan watching Kobe take care of business at the expense of my team, it’s okay. The Lakers fans and the jumbo tron were going to make sure I saw it again and again and again. Anyway, my friends on Facebook were telling me the interstate was closed due to snow. My friends also wished me luck, gave me advice and overall acted as if I would never see them again. How bad could it be? We’ll just take the back route home. This is where technology failed me or should I say my cell provider. We were only 45 minutes from home and traffic was at a standstill, not looking pretty at all. It appears the State of California seems to be behind the times or just not tech savvy to update their information on a timely basis. But then again, as traffic is stopped in front of you and it’s been snowing and raining all day, and one interstate closes it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it’s probably a road closure. This is where things get tricky. We all know the battery life of a smartphone is about a day, and my day was just about up. Plus trying to find a signal eats at the battery like a hungry pregnant woman. But thankfully and at some insisting on my part, my hubby decided to turn around and go back. This is not easy for any man. I was telling him, “your wrong and I’m right and we should have packed a bag for an overnight trip”. I pulled a Kobe on him. I refused to stay at some of the more popular 1 star motels along the route, feeling like a three dollar whore and would walk away with bed bugs or crabs, but I had my Ipad. Armed and dangerous, I found a nice room, at a reasonable rate. What happens when stranded drivers need a place to stay? That $139 room becomes $239, not for this tech queen. The one thing I didn’t count on was how difficult it would be to find overnight necessities. Amazingly the gas stations around hotels sold motor oil, baby wipes, and condoms but no diapers, feminine hygiene or toothbrushes. Nice to know if I wanted to get laid, or change the oil in my car, I could do it safely. But I’ll have morning breath. As I walked into the hotel with my luggage (a convenience store plastic bag) I realized, if this is what it’s like getting stuck in the snow in 2011, life is pretty good.