Ya, we did.

You know what's great? Getting to cross things off your list that wasn't even on your list. And that thing was riding a mechanical bull. Check.

Last Friday, we went out with some coworkers for a goodbye party and our first real night out in Edmonton. We started off having drinks at Julio's Barrio on Whyte Ave, where we all had some variation of a bulldog: a bottle of Corona (or Coronita if you're a wuss) inverted into a 2-oz-Tequilla-and-lime-slush-filled goblet. Ah-mazing.

A few more bulldogs and a little less coherence later, we went to a proper country bar - a saloon, if you will - and cowboyed it up good. Friday night at Cook County Saloon was the scene of our first attempt (and failure) at two-stepping. We were probably the most awkward couple that night, second maybe to the couple where the girl was clearly leading and dragging her dude across the dance floor. What was amazing was that everyone in the bar knew how to two-step! Points to you, Alberta. We have since decided that we are going to learn to two-step and bring this back to Ontario. Prepare yourselves, our friends. This will be part of our future parties.

After a poor-showing at two-step, the group consensus was that the fresh-off-the-boat Ontarians were going to do something very Alberta: ride the mechanical bull.

Mechanical bull: conquered.

Let me tell you: it ain't easy bein' a cowboy. We each lasted about a minute and left with bruised egos inner thighs. But it was pretty freakin fun. Everyone should try this at least once in their life (read: we will make everyone who comes to visit us do this).

We capped off our victory against M.bull with pizzas at the Funky Pickle, which I'm sure, as with most things eaten when drunk, are also just as awesome eaten sober.

The rest of the weekend was spent recovering from this epic night. Thanks, Chuck. You did good.