Get Er Done Tour Blog #1 Day 4: Calgary.

Oh Calgary, you were so much hotter when we were still just courting.
The first couple of dates were great, and now that your all comfortable in this relationship, suddenly you’re showing up to watch movies in jogging pants and sandals. It’s just to soon to show us your back zits and all.
Calgary was a bit of a roller coaster ride.

Let me start with the drive. It was all peaches and blue sky’s on the drive from Kelowna to Calgary. We were Cruising the Dub on the reg, making friends with gophers and enjoying the Rockies.

Here’s a couple of gems from the road.
This is me and Fierce in matching coonskin hats that she almost wouldn’t wear for the photo because the ponytail part made her feel weird like she was wearing a purse.

Here’s another great pics of Fierce and Miche in some seriously fast glasses.

From the second we got to Cow Town, Stampede and all the stress suddenly mounted. Not only were we throwing a dirty-after-party-illegal-boozecan the next night, but it seemed that there was little promo out for our Get Er Done date at Hi Fi.

So what did we do? Go to the Rodeo of course. I must have whistled a hundred times at beefy, red faced cowboys just for the fun of it. After leaving Vancouver and all those damn sandals, it was like an instant boner to see men in jeans and boots, clean shaven and bulky in the 30 degree Alberta sun. Ah yes, the smell of men being men, which as we found out later, means dudes chasing and tying up small animals and a lot of late night date rape at Stampede. Yeehaw!

The Hi Fi is a gorgeous club. One of my faves in the whole country. The staff are a wicked awesome group of boys, the club always had dope art on the walls, and we got to hang with Wax Romeo, our tour mascot and funniest man alive. Here’s a good quote of his from Tuesday: “Do you know how hard it is to get jeans when you’re a small man. I mean, not that you’ll ever have this problem, but I’m really skinny. And that’s why I hate Dior.” ZING!

Betti Forde, a Calgary native originally, showed up in a shoulder padded, one piece acid washed jean dress. That was it for me. I shot my load.

Other highlights include: The dirty after party we did at Art Life, kicking the Hi Fi party’s ass ten ways to Sunday. Betti Forde noticing aptly that our posters were the only ones absent from the club’s walls.
A lot of Politics. Touching baby piglets while they suckled every so sweetly on their mom’s teet, testosterone, and those god damned Van Gogh espresso vodka shots we drank by the dozen!