<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><channel><title>Reflection for tag post-drinking ramblings</title><link>http://blog.bigfinger.se</link><pubDate>2012-02-07T23:26:50</pubDate><generator>umbraco</generator><description>Thoughts on life: Umbraco, EPiServer, .NET and Fatherhood.</description><language>en</language><copyright>Copyright 2009-2012 Stephan Kvart</copyright><webMaster>stephan@bigfinger.se</webMaster><item><title>I'm only doing this to get into clubs, apparently</title><link>http://blog.bigfinger.se/2010/1/9/im-only-doing-this-to-get-into-clubs-apparently.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 02:16:26 GMT</pubDate><guid>http://blog.bigfinger.se/2010/1/9/im-only-doing-this-to-get-into-clubs-apparently.aspx</guid><description>
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)...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[ 
<p>Tonight I went for an after-work with my friend, co-worker,
client, and code-guru, <a href="http://www.hassle.net"
target="_blank">Per Hassle</a>. After an excellent dinner at <a
href="http://www.marielaveau.se/" target="_blank">Marie Laveau</a>
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.</p>

<p>After a while my friend <a href="http://www.jesperzachrison.se/"
target="_blank">Jesper</a> 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 <a href="http://www.renis.se" target="_blank">DJ
Ren</a> over at <a href="http://www.r1900.se/"
target="_blank">1900</a>. 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.</p>

<p>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, <a
href="http://kaken.r1900.se/" target="_blank"
title="Kåken - Stockholms bajsnödigaste ställe">Kåken</a>. <a
href="http://kaken.r1900.se/" target="_blank"
title="Kåken - Om du vill vara någon annan för en kväll">Kåken</a>
is a place for anally retentive people to hang out, share their
inbred views of life, and just be exclusive. As <a
href="http://www.renis.se" target="_blank">Renis</a> 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.</p>

<p>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 <a href="http://kaken.r1900.se/" target="_blank"
title="Kåken - Skaffa dig ett riktigt jobb istället.">Kåken</a>.</p>

<p>I'm out!</p>
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