By now it was around 4pm and with my original itinerary, I'd be flying back to LA tomorrow and then home.
But I extended my trip by two days to catch an NBA game in Denver.
Tomorrow I'd be flying at stupid o'clock (7.30am) down to LA with another flight across to Denver.
I was regretting not spending more time in Calgary. I really like being here. I went to the Wonderland Sculpture, but unfortunately no pics as my phone had died.
Finally I made it back to the hotel and I grabbed a 40 minute run on the treadmill for good measure.
I wasn't after a big night due to stupid o'clock wake up time.
I showered and headed out in search of a beer and a meal.
I found the bar that satisfied my longing the previous night. It was close to the hotel and perfectly decent.
I did take this pic on the way out though. What's the significance I hear you ask? Absolutely nothing. Just thought I'd post it.
I enj
oyed a few pints, but called it quits fairly early.
I grabbed some Tater Tots (potato gems to use and yes, they were awful) and headed back to my room where my alarm was set for 4.15am. Urgh!
Although I didn't want to leave Calgary, I was still quite excited to get to Denver. I'd been to Denver a year earlier and loved it. Even better that I was going to see an NBA game involving my San Antonio Spurs.