<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054236907245904488</id><updated>2011-10-02T12:20:56.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidlund.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054236907245904488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidlund.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David Lund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498331453379491548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054236907245904488.post-8487997639729427168</id><published>2011-10-02T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T12:20:56.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntington Beach 10-1-11</title><content type='html'>Lately alcohol tends to the thing to do when i'm bored. Matt and I showed up at Perqs in Huntington beach around 6, we kicked off the night with rum and cokes. After few drinks, Matt is obsessed with a girl standing at the bar alone, after about ten minutes he asks me to get her over and talk to him. I convince him to pay me a dollar to get her over. When she gets over she gives me a dollar to play some music from the machine. I pick Katy Perry (why would&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;not!), then i notice the breathalyzer machine, I&amp;nbsp;bet&amp;nbsp;the old guy next to me that I can&amp;nbsp;out drink him!&amp;nbsp;We have a half an hour to drink as much as we can and who gets the highest score(alcohol level) wins and might&amp;nbsp;I add he is drinking wine and&amp;nbsp;I'm drinking&amp;nbsp;straight&amp;nbsp;rum at this point. We both blow. Old man: .15 and&amp;nbsp;Me: .21. He pays me ten dollars and his wife congratulates me and i ask to dance! For a 65 year old, she could really drop it to the floor LMFAO! She says I'm a good dancer and gives me a rose. Of course me being me, I take that rose up to the bar where two women are sitting and give it to them. Matt and some other guy ask me to get them over to the table but, I'm pretty drunk at this point and don't really understand the question. After that I have no idea what happened....Think it was a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054236907245904488-8487997639729427168?l=davidlund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidlund.blogspot.com/feeds/8487997639729427168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://davidlund.blogspot.com/2011/10/huntington-beach-10-1-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054236907245904488/posts/default/8487997639729427168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054236907245904488/posts/default/8487997639729427168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidlund.blogspot.com/2011/10/huntington-beach-10-1-11.html' title='Huntington Beach 10-1-11'/><author><name>David Lund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498331453379491548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054236907245904488.post-7526628890195746817</id><published>2011-09-29T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:48:08.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Canada</title><content type='html'>Today Cody, Derek and I decided to drive to Vancouver, Canada. After a 8 hour drive in a small car with 3 dudes, we finally made it to the border. I pick a line to get in, after a half an hour of waiting we get to the offical who is a total dick. He takes one look at Cody(who is still wearing his sun glasses at 11PM) and say please park over there for further questioning. After a half an hour of being interrogated we are finally on our way. We get to the hotel after midnight, which is a total dump! Cody and Derek are pissed at me picking this place. Lucky for us the hotel was over booked and we made the woman at the front desk find as a better hotel in the downtown area. After $500 later and lots of wasted time we get to the hotel and are ready to party. We make a few drinks and hit the clubs. there are thousands of people in the streets right now, all the roads are blocked off due to the amount of drunk people. We order drinks and the night begins. After about the 5th drink we head to one club and send Cody to pick up some girls. One thing about Cody is he is an awesome opener, but to close we need derek for that. The only problem with getting derek to close this night is the fact he is really drunk and can't function(Derek hasn't drank in 3 months by the way). Another hour goes by and I'm way to drunk! Next thing i know, I'm stumbing up around outside and it's a big blur from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;I get up around 9 and get down to the hotel restaurant for some breakfast. There is a hot Russian waitress who seats me. I eat and get out of there. Finally Cody and Derek wake up and we head back to the hotel restaurant for some drinks. The hot Russian girl seats us all agian. This time i ask her a few questions and to join us for some drinks when she gets off. She sits down righ then&amp;nbsp;and has some drinks. She invites us back to her place to hang out while she gets ready, we sneak on to the sky train with her and&amp;nbsp;I sneak some beers into my pockets which is way to obvious! We get to her house and&amp;nbsp;I play with her little dog and by this time I'm pretty buzzed. She gives us her laptop to play&amp;nbsp;with...stupid move. Cody finds all kind of sexy pictures on there. we joke around about it and I stash my beer cans under her bed. SMART!&amp;nbsp; Were back at our hotel now and she informs me that she knows the band "Tattoo" from Moscow, so i get her to sing to me in Russian (which was awesome!) By now we are ready for some clubs. She gets us into a badass club, but we had to pay off the bouncer which it was well worth it. There are no people&amp;nbsp;on the dance floor,&amp;nbsp;but the Russian and me of course. Come to find out she was a cage dancer&amp;nbsp;in a club in&amp;nbsp;Moscow and me well.....not so much, just had a few to many drinks.&amp;nbsp;Right now Cody and Derek are just strarring at me&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;I'm a retard. Finally&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;people get out on the dance floor, including Cody. Cody walks out doing his so called "crip walk" it looks cool, but i think in LA he would be shot. Anyways were all having fun now.&amp;nbsp;I leave with the Russian, she tells me she has something fun for&amp;nbsp;us to&amp;nbsp;do, but&amp;nbsp;I have to leave that part out due to legal issues. Its now around 3 AM and&amp;nbsp;I'm in the hotel room when Derek and Cody come up. They tell me about there nights. Cody; picked a fight&amp;nbsp;with a rasist black man, took off his shirt in the club, danced with every living being in the club, tried to kiss me and Derek (that's still a black area). Derek; Broke up&amp;nbsp;a fight with&amp;nbsp;black man and&amp;nbsp;Cody, got up on stage with "the love of his life" and started dancing (girl tells Derek he is an amazing dancer, she must have been drunk), and has blisters on his feet from dancing for 7 hours (I'm conviced he was dancing with his shoes off). All in all we had an awesome night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054236907245904488-7526628890195746817?l=davidlund.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidlund.blogspot.com/feeds/7526628890195746817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://davidlund.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-in-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054236907245904488/posts/default/7526628890195746817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054236907245904488/posts/default/7526628890195746817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidlund.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-in-canada.html' title='Weekend in Canada'/><author><name>David Lund</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498331453379491548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
