Aaaaaah. The good ol' Cannonball! I...

Aaaaaah. The good ol' Cannonball! I started thinking about this visit about five seconds after my plane took off in Paris taking me back to Canada. I was really twitchy by the time the plane landed at Pearson and practically spastic by the time I drove the rental into Cannonball's parking lot.<p> After entering the building I stopped for a minute and sniffed the air. Something was seriously wrong! I walked by the entrance to the men's washroom and could not smell the usual stench lovingly associated with that corner of the Cannonball. I shyly stepped into the bog and peered around. Wonders!! There was fresh ice in the urinals. The pockets of scuzzy green scum that formerly grew around toilet bases and in corners had been jackhammered away. This pus bucket of a washroom had actually seen some serious cleaning since my last visit. Now don't get the completely wrong impression. The men's room is merely no longer rancid and fetid. It is still disgusting.<p> With some trepidation I entered the big main room worrying that the Cannonball may have gone 'clean' in other areas also. A waitress pounces a nanosecond after I sit down and I order my first Canadian beer in almost five months - now $7.05 a bottle, a significant decrease in price since my last visit. Waitress comes with my beer and I sheepishly realize that I have no $C just a pocketful of euros with the smallest being a fifty. However, the crafty waitress kindly agrees to take my 50 euro straight up. Yeah, right! $C40 change and a $7 beer for 50 euro ($C70 at current exchange rates)?? That freaking beer just cost me $23!! One of those was more than enough. I scooted out of the building to the ScotiaBank on the corner of Dixie for $C and hustled my ass back into the Cannonball.<p> I resist the lures of the first dancer who approaches me for dances but easily succumb to the bait floated before my eyes by the second beauty who passes by. No change in the VIP - dim light, elbow to elbow with your neighbour, and the same delightful hard ass wooden arm chairs. Rest assured boys. Though the men's room may have been cleansed a little, the action in the VIP is as delightfully raunchy as you could ever want - absolutely no change in this part of the Cannonball's operations at all!! I float back to my chair in the main room and sigh happily.<p> After a couple of hours of boring soccer and porn on the TVs I begin to contemplate a second visit to the VIP; awfully risky for an old guy like me. A new shift of girls has arrived at the club, many of them eminently VIP-worthy for old farmerart. A slinky buxom brunette gets her talons into me and drags me off to the VIP. My lady and I are cleaning up and readjusting things after a miraculously successful second encounter when another old Cannonball friend shows up in the VIP - the janitor with his broom, dustpan, and flashlight. Timing was much better than on previous visits!<p> As reliable as ever for me. Bless you Cannonball and Cannonball ladies. I had a blast (two actually).