Here we were!
Downtown Calgary - a city I'd known before to be only drab and grumpy; a city that could frown upon the happiest child or the loneliest grandmother that stepped upon its well-maintained infrastructure.
Fortunately, Calgary's reputation was soon to change.
After Officer Swass dropped us off downtown, we'd hardly walked for ten minutes before we were met with a smiling face. We introduced ourselves to Michelle, who was sitting on the front porch of her apartment. She sympathized with our situation and brought out a bunch of beers.
Her and her happy boyfriend's happy faces began to burn away any sour opinions of Calgary, replacing them with a brighter and more solid vision.
It's not the place that makes the impression on you: it's the people.
You could bare witness to the most rundown, crack slanging ghetto in the world, but if you shared the experience with nothing but good people, it would be a good memory. If you left feeling uplifted (for reasons aside from smoking crack) it would be a good memory.
Such was this experience, and as we parted ways, we found ourselves feeling great.
Here we were, Downtown Calgary. A city I'd once thought to be plain and impersonal, but now a place I found to be promising. Tonight was bound to be a good one.
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