It’s been a long time coming, after having lived in the city of Calgary almost 8 years ago and not having been back probably in the last 2 to 3 years I was well over do this past weekend. I like living in Edmonton, I like my condo, I like the bums, but there is something about Calgary that makes it a step up on the city of Edmonton in the summertime. Maybe it’s the downtown area being 100 times better then Edmonton’s, or maybe I’m to busy trying to compare 17th to Whyte Avenue, or then again maybe it’s just the fact I’ve lived in this city for the better part of 6 or so years. Regardless had it not been for being declined at SAIT because the program was full chances are I could still be living there as it seems the only thing I hate about that city is it’s hockey team.

In a perfect world I’d live in Calgary with the Oilers winning Stanley Cups there but something about that just feels dirty, kind of like the bum peeing himself out back the other day.

It was a scary trip early on, I wasn’t exactly sure if King James would actually make it or he would lose a tire (or at worse a backend) which would send us flying into the ditch. It’s been a long time, a couple summers to be exact, since I got that wobbly motion sickness in a vehicle and had we had anything other then boozing on our mind we probably would of smartened up and not risked King James health. Thankfully Nacho Naughty was in Red Deer to pay 1.46 a litre at some roadside gas station with his pickup.

I guess the only negative about the weekend was the god damn rain. From shorts and a t-shirt in Edmonton to pants and a jacket in Calgary. Golf was on our minds but that quickly swayed when it rained for 72 hours straight. I guess hitting the links and getting an even earlier start on boozing probably wasn’t needed.

Friday night was an absolute riot. I warned Trav, Stone, and Reeme’s posse that we we’re going to party like it was 2001…I don’t know what it really meant but I think I was referring to the Blades of our lives. I can honestly say with somewhat of a straight face that I was one of the more sober people amongst the group. Was I sober? Absolutely not, but I wasn’t dancing on tables, nor was I passing out at the table, or at the very least puking the next morning. I say this quite often these days but I’m 100% confident everyone at the table was loser drunk and I’d even throw it out on a limb we were the drunkest yahoo’s on 17th that night.

Reasons as to why I think that? Well:

1. People trying to dance on tables.
2. An individual passing out at the table during live music five feet away from him.
3. Multiple individuals puking through the night and the morning after.
4. Listening to video of people not speaking English.
5. And probably the most important, about 90% of the group doesn’t remember anything.

Breakfast at Gilly Bobs (or Jerry Bobs I’m not 100% sure) was good, the chocolate milkshake was better. Leaving everyone else at the bar though probably puts a feather in my cap. Sorry about that…whaaaamy.

I want to say special thanks to my Calgary hosts and entertainers and of course to a certain individual for providing a good chuckle the next morning after taking a picture of you spread eagle on the floor having pee’d yourself just a touch. The only thing bad about the next day was the remix of Nacho Beef that went on for hours….and hours….and hours…and hours.

Still don’t believe me, then check out the photos from Friday night.

Calgary hasn’t seen the last of us this summer, next stop is the Calgary Stampede. Till then I’ll be in Grande Prairie this weekend to take in the Stompede…oh and maybe a few pops.

Walks