Hangovers Part Two

We must be gluttons for punishment because despite efforts to stay home and relax we have managed to create more hangovers in the last couple weeks than we have in a while.

Most recently I joined Martyn for a trip up to Mammoth Mountain so he could get some snowboarding in and I could get a change of scenery. After a few runs on the mountain Martyn accompanied me in enjoying the sunny weather with margaritas at Gomez's, a dip in the local hot springs, and ending in overly posh snacks at Mammoth's Hive. Eventually we retired to our hotel with blurry memories of the day.

The next morning, feeling like death warmed over, while trying to ignore the self loathing pain in my skull, looking at the clock it was already 1PM and the weather outside was starting to turn. So after a quick soak in the brain-boiling hot tub at the hotel, we ended up at The Cellar Bar attached to the Alpenhof Lodge where we were staying. Awesome little dive bar that has a huge selection beer, but no liquor, which in our case was probably a good thing.

It was a quiet Tuesday night, 70 mph gusts of winds screamed outside and snow was beginning to pile up. It was a good night to pretend to be interested in the sports on the bar's TVs while we sipped our beer. However, due to improper nutrition and our hangover from the night before, we were craving some serious food, so naturally I drooled over a commercial for Wienerschitsel's corndogs. As I professed my love for corndogs of any shape or size, Martyn informs me that he has never experienced the pleasure of the American classic. He was surely missing out in a huge way. But unfortunately there isn't a Weinerschitsel in Mammoth so I was going to have to treat him to his first corndog at a later date. So instead we decided to pay our bill and seek out some other kind of food. But just then, as our tab was being printed, I noticed that all the way down at the end of the bar there was a guy dipping a huge, monstrous corddog into tiny little trays of mustard and ketchup. What are the chances!? This bar has no liquor but it has corndogs! Genius. Food of the gods...

The perfect ending to the weekend. Here is a pic of me feeding Martyn his first corn dog. Now he can say he has experienced the joys that only corndogs can bring.