I live for snow. Bring it on. Except for the fact that I leave for Florida tomorrow on a school trip but my first step when I get back will be to open the garage door, fill up with gas and hit the trails.
Saw them when I was like eight, but don't remember much, it was at a crappy venue too, where this is in first niagra center in Buffalo.
I know it will be literally one of the highlights of my life when I die.