Well, I just got back from my umpteenth Stampede party. I saw (among other things), a girl in a tube top puking on a streetcorner, about a hundred women dressed in cowboy hats, western shirts with no sleeves (unbuttoned to a level lower than Bo's IQ), short-short denim skirts and cowboy boots (which many call f*** me boots). I saw a porta-potty rocking (and not because somebody was taking a massive dump). I saw three bar fights. I saw a woman passing out condoms to her girlfriends before going into a bar.
Ah, folks. It's Stampede time again. Rejoice!
Wes