Historically on Spring Breaks, after drinking for three days and three nights straight, I hit something a friend George Raddatz nicknamed, "The Wall." My body starts shutting down in phases, starting with panic/nausea attacks. In the Bahamas in '03 I spent three hours at Senor Frogs in the bathroom vomiting and hanging out with the bathroom attendants. It's absolutely hell and lasts for about two days. It's definitely due to either the drinking, or the hooking up with locals. Coin toss. This Spring Break was different.

Snowboarding destinations are a great idea. First, they're a great cure to a hangover, and second, they make you take a break from our little "game of chance." The ride from the airport to the resort made us more than excited to hit the slopes.

Spring Break '07 - Tahoe Landfill

The shuttle ride is two hours and takes you through the charming and historically rich state capitol, Carson City. You pass the General Assembly building, which is smaller than a Safeway, and if you wanted you could probably walk next door and rent a skin flick at the Supreme Court. But if it's a muffler you're looking for, head to Tahoe and ask for The King. You'll know where to find him.

At altitude, the snowboarding was fantastic. It was sunny and sixty degrees, so all we needed were t-shirts under our windbreakers. The snow was soft and loose, and the view was spectacular.

Front of Mountain / California

Back of Mountain / Nevada

That's right, the mountain is split by the California - Nevada border. So if you want to gamble, you stay on the Nevada side. If you want to feel like you're richer and better than everyone else, you'd cross over to California. If you wanted to go back to Nevada for a hooker... unfortunately they're illegal in Douglas County. Not that I called around frantically or anything.

Did I mention how sweet our hotel was? If we had been honeymooning? Check out our bathtub:

This thing had more handrails than a handicapped jungle gym. It also had a window of frosted glass that viewed directly into the bedroom, in case I wanted to press my genitals against the window and knock to get my roommate's attention. There was also a railing that was at the perfect height for the "pick up my soap" maneuver. Short of sex toys dangling from the shower rod, we basically had the Key West suite.

Above is the handiwork of our exotic delight, Catalina. She was almost as good at cleaning as she was stealing Benz's casino chips. This was a typical room at our hotel / casino, Montbleu.

It was by far the nicest casino in Tahoe, and the walk from the hotel to the gondola was only a hundred yards. Staying there was a good choice, especially compared to our original choice, The Block. I mentioned earlier that this place had a reality show filmed on location at the hotel. If you've seen the show, it looks pretty nice. In reality, I'd rather stay in a rat infested trailer.

It's nothing more than a run down strip motel with a nice looking sign. As we pulled up, Benz and I both started laughing our asses off at how furious we would have been if we'd stayed there. After a long day of snowboarding Tuesday, we headed to a 'local' bar, which is close to a whole article in itself.