Customer Off His Meds. Mellowist Bouncer Ever.

This is a big town with a small club scene. So small I saw multiple dancers at multiple clubs in a few days of each other. When you make a habit of popping up all over town counting on being a stranger, shit gets awkward when you keep running into girls that remember you from a day or two ago. It’s like, hey aren’t you that guy who...basically your first three maneuvers are out the window if you start with white knights in play. What the hell does that have to do with this hole in the wall club? Well, one of the dancers here decided I was so enamored with her that when I saw her a couple days later at another club she tried to send me out on an errand. If a dancer gets shit-canned because I scratch her off the list, I don’t have to drop the white knight routine and she’ll never know I picked her to be the biggest skank in the house that night. The second time around all bets are off. But I digress.

Montreal was all fucked up for driving due to construction. This club was on a street that was blocked off to traffic. Maybe it’s fixed by now. Have no idea, but when I was there it was all foot traffic up and down the block where this club sits. First off, this club sucks. If that’s all you wanted to know, you can stop right here. The girls weren’t particularly attractive, and I only visited this club first because it was the closest club around and I was trying to start off slow since the culture was a little different in town from what I’d read. It was a Saturday night when I walked in. The first gal who caught my eye was a brunette with big, fake cans and nice round ass. Pretty face and short brunette bob. Lots of tats. Turned out she was entertaining enough but not my cup of tea mileage-wise. I know, I know, all the reviews are saying the downtown clubs are rip offs. When you’ve seen all the clubs I’ve seen, you learn a few things about how to make a club work the way you want it to. This club was mainly throwing good money after bad. Second gal was a blonde. Pretty slim. Looks sneak up in you. Icy blue eyes. Also not really ultimately what I was looking for. Got a double dance from them that promised big things, but it was mostly talk and nothing really jumped out without dropping dollars that would have been better spent elsewhere.

Small stage. Has chairs around it. Two poles with a cross bar. Only one dancer on stage the hour plus I was there. The blonde, and truth be told she looked good on stage in her wife beater tee shirt and kept me there long enough to score another drink. Long bar with televisions. Not sure what was on them. One manager working the door. One bouncer. Both looked bored. Two guys who looked like they could have been homeless wandered in and one got loud and angry. What was most interesting about it was the bouncer just looked bemused and said nothing to him. It's a small club, so with him standing and talking arms flailing he literally cut the club in half at times. While I was trying to tip at the stage and watch the show, he kept pacing back and forth behind me. He didn’t ever once make contact, though, so he had enough wits about him for that. I can’t remember what he was so upset about. Something about government oppression or some shit and the US being assholes. Maybe that was supposed to get a rise out me. Have no idea because I was there to see tits and ass.