Night out on the town

I don't get that many opportunities to leave the house, so each outing must be capitalised to its full extent. Saturday night is the only real chance to blow off some steam so my cousin and I hit a local joint called Devil's Martini, which allegedly caters to a slightly older, more sophisticated clientele. The venue itself was about twice as big as Cargo Bar and jammed to the rafters with a large number of attractive women.

The first problem was that the entire area was a dance floor. Why was this problematic you may ask? Well it's pretty difficult to approach women when they're dancing. If anyone has had any success with this, please e-mail me your tips :) The second problem was that we couldn't really leave the venue. After about 10pm, the clubs really start to fill up and to get in you need either a lot of patience or an inside connection at the club. Given that I was in possession of neither, it looked like we were dug in for the night.

I was lounging around at the bar when an attractive girl moves up to order her drink. I start talking to her and start fervently hoping that the bartender takes his time or better yet gets abducted by aliens for the next two hours. It turns out she also has a great personality and I do not use that word in the pejorative sense. The bartender must have taken long enough because before she went back to her friends she happily handed over her phone number. I'll have to ring her up and follow through with a post work coffee date...sadly I don't know any good coffee shops in the area so I'll be flying by the seat of my pants.