Yee-haw!
Friday, January 26, 2007
Okay, I swore I'd never go back to Cowboys after our first encounter - when John Denver's lesser known cousin performed live. But the Saffers convinced me Thursdays at Cowboys was like Thursdays at the Hatter. Just with HJOTTER chicks. After much begging and emotional bribery, I got my boots on and saddled up for the ride.
Oh my God am I glad I went... for the last biggie here in Calgary, it was HOOOGE!
And if you're still not convinced... 25 cent draughts - these three big spenders bought EVERYONE in the club a beer. Sheesh, must've dropped a whole 50 bucks or something!
We stumbled home at 03h30 that morn, which incidently was a mere 4 hours before the start of my FINAL day at work! And to kick off the morning, my final client meeting. Standard Friday morning questions were asked like, "Are you sick?".
Why do you ask? Cos I've got purple bags under my bloodshot eyes, speak with a croaky voice and smell of cheap girls?
And I almost overslept, and didn't have time to get spiffed up proper, so went in with the most deshtroyer of un-ironed shirts...
Mosey on over to the gallery.
Oh my God am I glad I went... for the last biggie here in Calgary, it was HOOOGE!
And if you're still not convinced... 25 cent draughts - these three big spenders bought EVERYONE in the club a beer. Sheesh, must've dropped a whole 50 bucks or something!
We stumbled home at 03h30 that morn, which incidently was a mere 4 hours before the start of my FINAL day at work! And to kick off the morning, my final client meeting. Standard Friday morning questions were asked like, "Are you sick?".
Why do you ask? Cos I've got purple bags under my bloodshot eyes, speak with a croaky voice and smell of cheap girls?
And I almost overslept, and didn't have time to get spiffed up proper, so went in with the most deshtroyer of un-ironed shirts...
Mosey on over to the gallery.
