What says Stampede more than a picture of a big ol’ bull?
Well a lot of things actually. Drunk. Drunk says Stampede even at two o’clock in the afternoon which is about the time I saw the girl throw up outside Nashville North.
Also deep fried. Deep fried anything says Stampde. Deep fried oreos, cheesecake, corndogs, kool-aid, the list goes on and on and on. Also tons of small children and young teenagers running rampant. It was everything I remembered.
I hadn’t been in about five years so thought it was time to go down again. I enjoyed myself because I got to do what I wanted to do without somebody impatiently wondering when I was going to get tired of all the crap in the BMO centre. Well that is never going to happen I LOVE all the crap in the BMO centre. I love the art and the competitions, somebody knitted the whole royal wedding party from William and Kate’s wedding last year. There was a whacked out paper mache cowboy, I love the art from the kids and I LOVE to look at the quilts. Then it’s on to my favourite part. All the products for sale and the demonstrations! The magic mops, the popsicle makers, the knives, the vegetable slicers, the best pillows, all the cleaning products, you name it and I want to look at it. I spent a glorious two hours wandering through looking at it all. I didn’t buy anything but I am thinking about a few things that will apparently make my life SO much easier. Many things are now available online so why carry something home when you can get it delivered?
Well that’s not true I did buy fudge, beer nuts and salted caramel peanut butter (there was also a maple bacon peanut butter). The Stampede is always about the food. Outside on the grounds I got some of “Those Little Donuts”, love them and they are GREAT for breakfast! Also a big lemonade, I do love the lemonade.
I didn’t last as long wandering the grounds. The rides are noisy and I’m always worried somebody is going to throw up and it will spray the crowd (I have seen this happen and it’s not pretty, it was a girl on the USS Enterprise and it went EVERYWHERE!). It started to rain a little and I immediately thought it was puke and made a run for it. Then I walked through the games, it always surprises me that people still want a stuffed animal and will spend so much to get one. It was so noisy and packed that I just walked through without stopping, it also tends to be a lot of couples or family’s. These are the people who want the stuffed animals. Nothing says “I love you” to a sixteen year old like her boyfriend winning her a BIG stuffed animal.
All in all I found comfort that the Stampede never changes. There are drunks, girls who mistake dressing like tramps for Stampede wear, a jean miniskirt with a plaid bra top and heels does not make you a cowgirl. So many people breaking in new cowboy boots and limping along. People at every turn complaining about the prices (it’s the Stampede you should know that everything on the grounds costs MORE than it should). People complaining about the crowds (it’s the Stampede). Also people having fun, mostly the young teenagers running around giggling and having fun, at one time I was one of those and used to LOVE the Stampede.
I am glad I went but I think I’m good for another five years now because I was once again reassured that the Stampede when I do return will be the same.