Woke up early this morning, packed the truck full of shit and rushed across town to pick up friends before heading out west, Calgary bound, intent on attending the 2015 Calgary Comic Expo. This is the second such event that I have attended, the first being in Saskatoon, but in comparison, the Saskatoon version is pretty small. I had heard stories of what these larger events entailed, so I've entered this scenario with predisposed thoughts, but so far, while scaled up in size, I can't help but think, I thought it'd be bigger.
Granted, it is only the first day and we've had limited exposure. Tomorrow we're going to tackle a whole other venue we discover via a highly confusing event map. Also happening tomorrow, I'm going to meet the Hardcore Legend, Mick Foley. I've been stoked all week long, dreaming (and wondering) just what the hell I'm going to say to the man. As the minutes and hours pass by, I will admit I'm becoming more overwhelmed with anxiety. I hope I can hold it together when I do finally meet him. I have a great deal of respect for the man, as a pro wrestler, a writer, an entertainer and an all around genuinely nice guy. I know from personal experience that sometimes our heroes let us down when we meet them, but I know in my heart that Mick is the real deal. More on that subject in the coming days.
The one thing that I do know for sure, is that Calgary, in the sense of maneuvering about in traffic, is insanely moronic. I don't know who the dumb f*ck was who decided on the meandering streams of traffic, but it is confusing as f*ck. So confusing, I might add, that the GPS in my friends phone, was barely able to provide a definitive route in order to get from point A to point B. Either that or it was "the reader", but I'm sure she'd flat out deny that.
Over all, Day One has been uneventful. Just an opportunity to get our bearings. We have three more days of this insanity. Now I'm chillin' at the hotel, headphones on and listening to Bert Kreischer's Bertcast with MMA fighter, Brendan Schaub, disrespect the physicality of professional wrestling, using the my most hated word in the English language....: Fake.
The one thing that I do know for sure, is that Calgary, in the sense of maneuvering about in traffic, is insanely moronic. I don't know who the dumb f*ck was who decided on the meandering streams of traffic, but it is confusing as f*ck. So confusing, I might add, that the GPS in my friends phone, was barely able to provide a definitive route in order to get from point A to point B. Either that or it was "the reader", but I'm sure she'd flat out deny that.
Over all, Day One has been uneventful. Just an opportunity to get our bearings. We have three more days of this insanity. Now I'm chillin' at the hotel, headphones on and listening to Bert Kreischer's Bertcast with MMA fighter, Brendan Schaub, disrespect the physicality of professional wrestling, using the my most hated word in the English language....: Fake.
No comments:
Post a Comment