Tonight I went for an after-work with my friend, co-worker,
client, and code-guru, Per Hassle. After an excellent dinner at Marie Laveau
on Hornsgatan, we went over to Hotel Rival to have a few beers and
laughs. I knew that MAO and Coldcuts would be spinning there, so it
was no surprise that we had a few cold ones with them.
After a while my friend Jesper showed up, and by then Coldcuts was
already pitching it up to about 125-130 bpm, his palms sweaty
(although, I have no idea why). We hung out some more, but then it
was time to go see DJ
Ren over at 1900. Apparently, they're gonna make it a more
exclusive venue in the future, making this one of the last nights
I'm ever gonna set foot in there.
As a result of the new exclusiveness, I made it clear that the
only reason I started blogging, was so that I might gain entry to
this flashy establishment, or its even more flashy sub-club, Kåken. Kåken
is a place for anally retentive people to hang out, share their
inbred views of life, and just be exclusive. As Renis would've said,
"Trendy as Fuck!". Of course, I don't wanna go there, but the
knowledge of not being able to, pisses me off.
Now, since I said that this was my sole purpose for blogging, I
have nothing to prove anymore. Anything you read on here in the
future is simply to grant me entrance to The Kingdom of Assholes
that is Kåken.
I'm out!