Save a horse, ride a cowboy

It's Calgary day today. I'm all excited and ready to go. I haven't been for a couple years. Unfortunately I'm not going to see the friends I made in Calgary, they are all busy. But I get to visit and stay with my good buddy Brett. He's nice enough to let me and Barbara stay with him only a week after he's moved into his new place. I get to go to Ikea and eat lunch at the Olive Garden and buy some clothes that fit me. I get to eat cheap sushi, maybe venture into China town and eat at the good vietnamese soup place. I know, I know, alot of the activities I mention here are eating. And that's fine right? Actually the whole mass consumerism nature of this trip is the reason I can not live in Calgary. I would never have any money. For me, Miss Drunky McLightweight, a typical night at the bar will cost me $100 to get drunk, and that's not including $10 cover! It's a nice place to visit, a fun place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. I will relish in these short visits.

That being said I've never driven myself from Saskatoon to Calgary. This will be a whole new experience. My car is full of maps and atlases in case I get lost. I don't think I will though, should be pretty simple. My iPod is all charged and ready to go, no worries about running out of tunes. I've got so much stuff on there I don't even know what's on there anymore. I had it on random earlier this week and it played a song by the Raconteurs and I had forgotten that I even had that cd!

I contemplated wearing my Save a horse, ride a cowboy tshirt this morning to get into the spirit. I then decided that since I had 3 meetings today that it probably wouldn't be a good idea. The answer of what constitutes a cowboy is spurs. I wore my shiny plaid urban cowgirl shirt instead, less creative innuendo defending with that one.