Crisp Hotdog Blog Log

Sick to my Stomach

Oh my goodness. That’s how I would describe that night I went to eat a hotdog at Bavarian Bierhaus. That statement can have two meanings, on one side it can mean “wowie, that hotdog sure is a belly filler” and on the other side it can mean “oof goof, that hotdog knows how to turn my belly upside down”. But I can’t just tell you what side that statement means, to do that I would need to start at the beginning.

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Nose filled with snot, breathing from my mouth, head throbbing like a teenages boys —–, and wanting nothing more than to continue to sleep because I’m sick. The weather is reaching 100°F and I’m stuck at home with a summer cold.

0800

Turn on my laptop and I remember that the internet is not working. This is probably due to the fact that I spent two days this week listening to a cowboy screaming in the sky for 10 hours on YouTube non-stop. But I disgress. The important thing to take note here is that I can’t work efficiently today.

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My phone is on fire! Not literally, just figuratively. I’ve been in work meetings since 0930 and I’ve had to join these meetings through my phone. During my last meeting, my phone was telling me “charge me or I will die”. The thing is, I was charging my phone while in the meeting, having my camera on and being in a meeting was draining my phone at the speed of draining battery.

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Went for a walk, end up all sweaty, and arrived back home just in time for a meeting. Sitting down for a meeting, exhausted from walking and being all sweaty is not a good combination, especially when I have the camera on and my coworkers can see that I have sweat coming down my face and through my shirt. I probably wouldn’t be this sweaty if I wasn’t wearing long sleeves socks, with blue jeans, and a long sleeve shirt in Wisconsin 100°F humid weather.

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My friend has a wedding coming up where I am one of the groomsman and I need to get fitted for a tux. That in itself sucks, I’m not a huge fan of dressing up but that wasn’t the worst part. The guy tailoring seemed like he wasn’t having it that day and he was breathing close to my face. I could smell his breath which reeked of garlic and oranges. What does garlic and orange breath smell like? I don’t know but that’s what I smelled. It did clear up my sinus though, that’s a plus.

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I arrived at Bavarian Bierhaus after a long day and all I wanted was to relax and eat some food. It turns out though I was met with a table that had the sun blaring it’s sun beams directly in my eyes. Worst of all, I couldn’t sit back with my eyes closed and listen to the music because it was German Poke (remix) music. You know how great of a song Bella Ciao is? Well now imagine all the good parts of that song being ruined and squashed by Poke music. I was utterly unamused.

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Originally, I was only going to get mashed-potatoes and french fries. But I saw that they had a hotdog and I had a tingle to nibble on a hotdog. So that’s what I did, I order mashed-potatoes and fries with a side of hotdog. Who would’ve thought that the side was going to be the star of the meal. Not me.

My whole day was a disappointment, started with being sick to my stomach with a summer cold and ended up with being sick to my stomach of being full of carbs; fries, potatoes, and hotdog. I couldn’t anymore. Have you been sick with a summer cold and being full? Breathing sucks. Not only do I have to be a mouth breather but I have to be a stomach breather, oh my goodness.

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If there was a quote to put this hotdog review together, I would believe it would be

The gift receipt. You’d be fine if I ate it?