Mel and I had ourselves a little Staycation this past weekend. You know, Snowmageddon weekend? Everyone else is posting photos about it, saying, “OMG look at all this snow!” so I can too, right?
Ok, here we go. So y’all know that we were having our floors redone, and since you literally can’t walk into the house without stepping on these floors, we pretty much needed to find a new place to stay while The Floor Guy put down all the polyurethane and stuff (more about that later). Luckily, some of our friends were out of town for the weekend, so we were able to weasel ourselves into their house for a few nights.
And then it started snowing.
Roads were covered in 1.5′ of snow. Nobody was driving anywhere. We were pretty much stranded at our friends house, scavenging for food. Mel and I are used to surviving on a diet of frozen pizzas and canned soup, but our friends have a little bit more refined tastes than we do. So when we found ourselves stranded at our friends house surrounded by fresh ingredients and exotic spices, we were pretty much starving to death.
So we did what anyone would do, we strapped on our xc skis and skied to the nearest restaurant, which was only about a dozen blocks away.
Dominguez Restaurant is a tiny hole-in-the-wall place that looks like a gas station from the outside, but it’s pretty pleasant on the inside. Nothing fancy here, just tasty Mexican food.
By Sunday morning, the snow had stopped, but now it was time to shovel ourselves out of this mess.
This next photo is great. Here I am shoveling some snow in my moon boots and wader pants:
Now while you’re still laughing, let me explain something. Since we were trapped inside with only the clothes on our backs, we had a little bit of a limited wardrobe for the weekend. The boots are my xc ski boots, and the pants are my bike riding pants, which I’ve smartly cut the bottoms off of (to make myself more aerodynamic). I look ridiculous, but I only had to leave the couch twice all weekend, so it worked out ok.
I actually tried borrowing a pair of pants from our friends. They were out of town, you see, and wouldn’t be needing their pants any time soon. So I tried some of them on, hoping they would fit. Hers, well… I’ve never looked good in sequin. And his…. well all of his pants said “juicy” across the rear end, and…. well… I just wasn’t very comfortable with that.