Twas the last real night of Stampede, and Karen was having a party. The last time Marc and I had met her friends en masse, it was our third meeting and first real date at Don Quiote's for dinner and dancing. Only three short months later and they were delighted to see us together.
So, if you're going to a Stampede party; here's your checklist;
1. Your cowboy hat
2. Your cowgirl (that's me !)
3. Your C train ticket (because forget about getting a taxi on a Saturday Stampede night)
4. Your case of chilled beer
5. A good pair of shoulders to put your beer on
So off we went to Karen's apartment, which has a fabulous view of the skies over the Stampede grounds and the city skyline. My first introduction to chocolate martinis and a great opportunity to warm Karen's new home with a BBQ cooked on the balcony.
Of course I did get a bit overexcited about the idea of seeing the fireworks and probably annoyed all the Canadians by announcing every 20 mins for the 2 hours before midnight that I was sure they would be starting anytime soon. But I was forgiven when they eventually did start and they were pretty special.
And so is Karen and Victoria. Two of the most beautiful women you could meet, inside and out. Happy birthday for this week, Vic, I haven't forgotten.
It was a great night, and there was no better way to finish Stampede than to walk off into a starry night in my boots with my very own cowboy.
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