Agree with Dookey, words like "powder" and "dump" are oxymorons when used with "northeast." The best you'll find is 6" of cement that the locals have destroyed by 8:45 am; after 10 am you'll be getting down to good ol' "frozen granular." Unless you think she's gonna be really scary, try the date. You can always ski, perhaps after strangling your buddy, another time.
Evilanche, its even funnier that some of those no longer apply (to me).
We DO have to pay a premium for online skiing coverage, both shops are on a main street (in fact Patagonia is directly across from... and down the street from Helly Hansen), at least one ski buddy is a Fed, and haven't you seen at least one severe case of Ebayitis?
I talked to the girl my friend was trying to set me up with. Meh. She used to ski but for some odd reason she's become fearful of skiing. She monopolized the conversation which bugs the crap out of me. I'd rather go to Sunday River alone than to spend time being bored to death.
Hopefully I'll have more success meeting women at the Foggy Goggle.