The Ponoka Stampede (PS) was the scene and hungover was the one common element of our crew. The PS is the final qualifying round before the Calgary Stampede so the level of competition is world class. We only caught about an hour of events and it cost $15, but I have to admit I enjoyed myself a lot more than I thought I would. I got to see about six events with bullriding being the last and most exciting. Cowboys must have a screw loose or something.
My only regret is that I didn't get to see a chuckwagon race because it started too late and we had to get back to Calgary. I am making it a priority to see these races here at the Calgary Stampede, which I'm certain is gonna kick ass.
So the rodeo was awesome, and the party the night before was probably awesome as well, but I don't really remember very much of the night. We never got to my buddies place until about 8:30 so its fair to say everyone was getting pretty trashed by the time we arrived. For some reason, my drinking powers are always out in full force when I go to Ponoka and I drank eleven of my twelve beers in record time. Luckily I didn't open the flask of Tequila I brought with me because if I did I wouldn't be writing this today, I'd be hugging a toilet. I don't know what happened when we got to the bar, but apparently my roommates were locked out of the bar banging on the window trying to get someone to let them back in. I walked out to see what they wanted and then we were all locked out. We got back in eventually because the bouncer explained to us that he was just tryna get all of the indians outta there. I don't remember any indians, and I shouldn't, because I don't remember much else.
So I blacked out as usual and really have no idea what happened from the time it got dark until I woke up in the morning. I don't even remember leaving the house and going to the bar. I don't remember my roommate Jacobs puking on someones lawn on the way home. I don't remember dropping illicit substances in the toilet. I also don't remember much from my first two weekends in Ponoka, but I've been told I passed out on the kitchen table my first party there, and I passed out on the basement floor during my second party (I remember this because I woke up on the floor fully clothed with my glasses on). On this trip, I intentionally fell asleep in the same place because all the other beds and couches were taken and I even managed to change my shirt before going to sleep. Impressive hey. When I'd open my eyes I could see red ants all over the concrete floor, but I was laying on a blanket so I figured I was safe.
What I've learned from my trips to Ponoka is that I need to be around at least four people from Deer Lake (my hometown in Newfoundland) to get on a proper rip. And three of the four should've been a part of my core group from high school. I'm still working out the math on this but so far each experiment has produced the same results: Me getting shitfaced beyond belief.
And loving it!
3 comments:
You called me and told me happy new year that night... It was canada day. -Erin
Interesting... no recollection of that... but I'm sure my phone bill will remember...
Was this really late at night because I only remember one round of phone calls and I don't remember talking to you...
...Although I don't really remember talking to anyone... I canonly remember calling EVERYONE...
yeah i got two calls while i was in a bar in fort mac. It was too loud in there and my phone kept fuckin up. when I came outta the bathroom the second time I guy asked me to sell him some cocaine. I said I didn't have any and he was pissed.
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