Plan A was simple. I got a call from a friend and we decided to go with two of his co-workers to “The Bank Ultralounge”. Off we went. The place was dead when we got there at 10:00. It got better, but it still seemed to have a poor girl:guy ratio. At around 11:30 we decided it was a lost cause and would go with Plan B.
Plan B was down the street to “Fluid”. There it was more happening. There were more good looking women. However they had already hooked up. Plus there still wasn’t enough of them.
So Plan C took us to West Edmonton Mall where we tried to go to “Escape”. But it appeared to be closed, permanently. We got out of the car and checked out the new night club, “Fever”. We had our ID checked. But before we paid the $5 cover, we looked in. Not enough people to justify it.
Plan D was for “Dante’s”. Initial observations were good. There were two very hot looking women in the line in front of us. However, after we passed ID, the cover there was $10, and it looked iffy. My friend decided to take a bullet for the team. He paid the cover and looked around. When he came back out he loudly pronounced for all to hear “That is the worst place ever!” Apparently the median age was in the fifties. He also had a traumatic experience with someone losing their toupee. The two hot girls were nowhere to be seen. Maybe all the good looking women were in the big RV trying out for the Ms. Grand Prix Edmonton. Or something like that.
Plan E took us back downtown. We passed by “The Met” but it looked dead, so we tried the “Overtime Bar and Grill”, famous for its police stings. By now it was 1:00 and the place looked like it was dying. We backed out and decided that “The Druid” would be our plan F.
This was the most successful plan. The place was busy. A good selection of women was available to look at, and in our imaginations we could contemplate talking to them. The only down side was that this Irish pub seemed to have an unhealthy fascination with rap music.
When all was said and done, and we were walking back to the car a pair of girls proclaimed I had a “nice ass”. Darn straight! And don’t you forget it.