Like Riding a Bike

What have I been doing for the past three months, not one visit to the FC..must be entering that mid mid life crisis, when does that start? Well, I had not been to Detroit since November and being that professional that I am, I had to make that always adventuresome trek down Michigan Avenue to the 747, no Flight Club, was having a deja vu moment, what I am not going to one of them this trip. Pulled in the lot with the rental, I asked the valet how many rentals he sees on a daily basis, just to see what percentages there are from visitors and he thought it was around 15%, what say you my most honored wisemen in all the universe? Does that seem high, low, or just about right? Maybe when I check out the talent there would be a Goldilocks inside... Based upon the parking lot, it would seem that the place was about what I would expect on a cold February day.

Made my way in with out jacket, cause I'm cheap. Made my way to the bar, and ordered a bucket, cause I'm thrifty. Was thinking about tipping with Canadian Loonies, but that is just wrong. Did my math project for the day and ascertained that there was approximately 20-25 patrons and seemed like about 12-17 ladies who were tripping the light fantastic. Settled in with my beer, and figured that the bucket would last until the night shift started to come in and if the day shift was not to the usual FC standards, then I would make it to a least the roll call of the night shift.

Some pretty decent talent, and there were a couple that have been generous with their favors in the past, but no one was getting Sneaky Pete excited. After about an hour and half it seemed that I would have to nurse this bucket to the evening, but a young lass from a visit over 6 months ago, made a bee line over to me sitting at the bar, and reintroduced herself. The usual banter that you fall into with these ladies and did pick up that business has been as expected in the clubs after the new year, a little slower, but like she said "Just have to hustle, a little harder", as she made sure Pete was paying attention. Did the usual negotiations and she started right at the magical number and up the stairs I followed, paid the usual tariff and was in one of the curtained fun parlors. She always likes to play the tease, and after the first song, asked if Pete could come out and play? Pete loves play dates. All I can say is I failed to make it to the night shift roll call, but as I was leaving and old favorite from the PC had come in early and told me that she had changed venues. Well, I have that to look forward to in March. Be well all.