The ten days I spent at the Calgary Stampede were probably the unhealthiest of my life. I returned home dehydrated, dejected, and overcome by the gloom associated with the aftermath of intense partying. Ah, the real world…void of handsome cowboys wearing Wrangler jeans. I never want to hear another Tim McGraw song for the rest of my life.
This was my first Stampede experience. One of my more memorable days (funny how alcohol works) was organizing a self-made “food crawl” with my girlfriends. You can really find the most absurd shit on the Stampede grounds.
And it’s delicious.