Yeeee Hawwww Cowboy!
This weekend was the 22nd annual Canadian Stampede held in Muscat. The event was theeee talk of the town and probably one of the biggest & best Expat parties of the year. With tickets selling out in just a 5 hours I was lucky enough to nab a couple. Thank you, Becca!
Both myself and my husband are indeed Scottish. However, he likes to think of himself as an honary Canadian. Hailing from Banff, Scotland, he jokes that he should really be from the sister town of Banff, Canada. He certainly acts like a Canuk – playing ice hockey, drinks beer, he says the F word a lot annnnnd he drives a truck. That is pretty Canadian right there isn’t it?
Before we even got there came the disagreement – Would you call it a ‘checked’ or a ‘plaid’ shirt? We agreed to go along with it for one night only and call it ‘plaid’… One time only, Erin!
Anyways, all kitted out in our plaid/checked shirt and rocking the denim we were ready to party the Canadian way.
Held at the PDO Ras Al Hamra club, it was transformed into a real Canadian rodeo themed event to be seriously proud of. Complete with hay bales, Shooter bar, TeePee’s, enough beer to see us through a long night and a dance floor big enough for everyone to join in together do the two step.
The massive buffet of food was served, all Canadian of course. With hearty servings of fried beans, chilli and potato wedges followed down with Flapper Pie and tasty Nanaimo Bars. You Canadians make some pretty decent food!
Once our plates were clear & we had suitably filled our hungry tums it was time to head for the shooter bar. Yeee Haaaw!
The night was full of chatter, laughs and catching up with old faces that we haven’t laid eyes on in a while.
Every now and again I was dragged in the direction of the dance floor to force my uncoordinated limbs into a line dance. It wasn’t pretty but I sure did try.
Colin isn’t keen on being in many photos but here it is, A rare picture of me and my cowboy together.
When we were all danced out it was time to grab our horse and saddle up, well actually jump in a taxi, and head for home. Just to add, never drink and drive. It’s a fools game.
The Stampede was a great night out & so much fun to dress up and do something different without being cheesy and lame.
I’m looking forward to doing it all again next year!