Papa Gateau

My first SC visit in over eight months took place in a muddle of Bordeaux after the Bruins/Habs playoff game last night. The club was one of the dreadful Calgary clubs that I usually eschew. Boredom and being googly-eyed were my only excuses for wasting a few bucks in this club.

One of the stage dancers, a jolie Quebecoise, sat at the bar and chatted with me over a couple of drinks. I was delighted to get the chance to speak French for the first time in many months and the girl was astounded to discover an old Alberta redneck who could speak her language. I didn't do any dances with the girl but the conversation was funny and became rather spicy.

The girl offered me the chance to be her new 'Papa Gateau'. WTF?.......Papa Gateau? This was new to me and because I was drunk it took me a few moments to figure it out. When I did figure out what she meant, I burst out into laughter.

Papa Gateau = Sugar Daddy

I declined her 'generous' offer.