I didn’t realize this at the time, but I’ve never taken a domestic flight before this trip (July 2014). I’ve been all over the States and to most of Asia, but I’ve never flown anywhere within Canada before. Naturally, the first time I choose to fly domestic, I go to Calgary.
If you’re going to go to Calgary for the first time, might as well go during the Stampede right? Wrong. Calgary during the stampede is like walking into a weird, sexualized, vaguely western themed, adult Disneyland. People come from all over to dress up in a cowboy boots, plaid and a cowboy hat to drink their faces off and have sex with anything that is similarly dressed. It’s a surreal thing to see.
I mean, props to all the legit cowboys out there wearing your legit cowboy gear, doing legit cowboy things. Turns out you can win real money riding angry horses for a living. It’s just a weird thing to see when you’re walking to brunch and you walk by a group of Daisy Duke wannabes doing yagger bombs.
Aside from the Stampede culture shock, I had a great time in Calgary. Hanging out with old friends, meeting new ones, eating good food, listening to good music, talking about dumb shit. The best. I doubt I’d ever go back on my own accord, but I feel like I experienced everything Calgary had to offer in the best way possible. Can’t be mad at that.
Huge shout outs to AJ though. You’re a truly good friend and I love and appreciate you very much. Thank you for everything.