Stampede

Last week we went to Stampede. It was part of our monthly dates present my sister bought for our wedding present. Gord and I aren't fans of Stampede (besides the obviously hilarity of it all of course, but you don't actually have to go there to laugh at it, you know?) but some how every year we end up there at least once, and every year say 'let's not do that again'.

 

This year besides the food, sticky pavement, scantily clad teenage girls and drunk beer garden goers, we went to the Rodeo (our present). In between every 3-8 seconds of bull riding, cow roping and chap flapping moment there was 5 minutes of advertising, inside announcer jokes and irritating mini doughnut boy who wouldn't come close enough for me to get his attention! Let's not do that again next year!

 

Until next year Stampede...