Copied from my MySpace blog. Originally posted October 29, 2006
I got back from Saskatoon today, after a last-minute trip there on Wednesday to help my wife's company with a convention (one of her colleagues had a death in the family and couldn't attend). It was nice. Try the berries!
On Thursday morning, I was running from the convention hall across the street to our hotel to print something off for a presentation my wife was giving. On the way, I saw a guy standing on the street corner, and thought "I didn't realize that we were staying in Saskatoon's gay district."
And then, I remembered that, unlike in Toronto, people in Saskatoon who wear cowboy outfits are probably cowboys. And Saskatoon probably doesn't have a gay district.
Don't judge a city by its belt buckles is all I'm saying.