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Hagadone travel plans stymied, second failure this week!

SANDPOINT, Idaho __ Local man Zach Hagadone, 24, is a repeat trip-failer today, after his much anticipated journey to Seattle, Wash., for a bachelor party unexpectedly fell through Saturday.

"I don't know what that was all about, I was supposed to get a ride Saturday morning from [Zachary] Snyder's brother [Isaiah Snyder], but we never hooked up," Hagadone said. "Pissed me off, I was really looking forward to going."

Sources close to Hagadone attributed the failure to a series of miscommunications -- owing in part to his inability to make long distance calls.

"Jesus Christ, I bought a phone card, but somehow it disappeared. I think Danielle [Packard, Hagadone's fiance] put it through the washer or something. Suffice to say, I can't call anyone with a long distance number -- God knows I can't afford more phone cards," he said.

This situation proved fatal to the planned trip. Snyder, one of Hagadone's oldest friends and in whose honor the bachelor party was to be given, receives calls from a Seattle number. As did everyone else involved in the affair -- except Snyder's 21-year-old brother, Isaiah.

"I thought I'd hook up a ride with Isaiah, like I said. We talked on the phone Thursday before the party and worked out a tentative plan to leave together Saturday at 10 a.m. I was supposed to call and confirm. Couldn't do it. Damn phone companies," Hagadone told reporters Monday from a local tap room.

Hagadone reported that each time he attempted to contact the younger Snyder, his cell phone was unavailable. Hoping for the best, he said he just assumed Isaiah would either call him or stop by his house.

In the early hours of Saturday, Hagadone called Isaiah's phone and received an answer -- he was devastated to learn Isaiah had already left the night before and was resting in a Seattle area hotel.

"After I heard about that, I tried to pursue other means of getting over there. I checked out trains, a plane, even driving myself," he said. "The train is as expensive as the plane -- friggin' AmTrack sucks. As for the car, that was some bad news."

Hagadone's car -- which is a late model Dodge Intrepid owned by Packard -- had been having problems. A lack of coolant and a recent fender-bender rendered it risky at best. Regardless, he determined it was the most likely way.

After filling up with coolant, Hagadone set off. Approximately 20 miles outside Sandpoint on U.S. 95 the car started having problems.

"I was wobbly as hell -- because of the accident. And it smelled like it was going to explode," he said.

Hagadone opted to turn back, skulking to Sandpoint at speeds of about 45 miles per hour.

"I was cussing like you wouldn't believe. I was so pissed off. First Sturgis, now this," he said.

Once safely ensconced back at his home in east Sandpoint Hagadone frustratedly tried to call Isaiah to relay a message to his brother. Once again, he was defeated by technology.

"What the hell do they mean 'the number I'm trying to call can't be reached.' You're telling me that Seattle doesn't get good cell phone reception? Bull----," he said. "So I bought a burrito and watched a movie."

Hagadone claimed he spent the remainder of the weekend sitting on the floor of his living room alone. He also said he'd watched every movie in his small collection, and was bored "off my ass." He would not comment on what this most recent trip failure meant for future plans, except to say, "If it keeps up like this, I'm going to have to take drastic measures. Like camping in my back yard. Pathetic."

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