Four days and evenings of intense...

Four days and evenings of intense meetings with the Bay Street honyons left me with almost no time for clubbing during this trip to Toronto. A few hours to spare before the flight back to Alberta restricted me to a single visit to a club near Pearson Int'l. For me, a single visit to a club in the SC heaven surrounding the airport could mean only the good ol' Cannonball.

The Cannonball is a timeless Canadian institution, nothing much ever changes here. The bathroom was back to its usual putrid, festering state, belying the cleansing that I had noted on my visit back in March. I could not even bear to piss in one of the plugged urinals of the swamp. I had quite a few of the $7.05 beers during my visit and this fear of the urinals caused me some distress during the cab ride to the airport. I feared my bladder would burst before I made it to a comfort facility in the terminal. Calamity averted - but only barely!

It was so early in the afternoon that relatively few dancers were on station and those in attendance were definitely not the Cannonball's Premier League. Even so, I had lap dances with three different girls from the Fourth Division. These girls all had the hot and spicy menus offered by their higher quality colleagues, but the shazaam! was just not there for old farmerart with these girls on this day. No amount of finger spelunking or close attention to Mr. Wood could generate the hunger in me to order one of the entrees from the different menus offered by these dancers.