It was a day of randoms as Ronnie called to inform me he stole our Skateboard Mag Milestone article for his new site. I go to lunch with Metzger and this exotic bird is sitting at the chair next to me. Birds are the new dogs I hear. Oh, and I got soooo much Element video gossip that you won't hear from me, but maybe on some of those angst-ridden message boards y'all chill at.
"Hey bro, wassup!"
Then Clyde texts me to tell me he's at Mexican midget wrestling and wants to arrange a skate industry field trip next time he goes.
You read my Andrew W.K. deal already. That was the pinacle moment of Vegas for me. These pix are the last hurrah of what I have to offer in the form of "content" from my trip last week. Being that I'm not a huge fan of Vegas, and have been keeping things relatively sober lately, it's probably boring. But it's my site, so tough shit.
From the looks of enjoi's site today, Caswell may have finally finished shooting for his Skateboard Mag interview that's been sitting on my hard drive for about a year now! Whoot!
Our Vegas hotel, the South Point, had a bowling alley in it. At about 3 am last Friday, a barrage of drunken Sole Technology employees (perhaps 25 or so) got wind of "$1 Bowling & Beer" and blitzkrieged the lanes. We hadn't gotten through one game when we got kicked out.
Why did we get kicked out?
"Because I said so."
If you watch closely, you'll notice 10 security guards (yes, 10) gathered behind me. And not that you are incapable of hearing it, but I have to say, "Produce the documents for our violation" is a pretty epic quote.
Upon exiting the alley escorted by a gaggle of security, the following half hour consisted of:
-Bowling balls crashing down escalators
-Banners being ripped off walls
-Shouting matches between Danish men and teenage Vegas thugs
-A trip back down to the hotel bar
-A few more hours of it all
The way I see it already, I should be expecting photo incentives from the following for the aforementioned coverage:
enjoi skateboards
NJ Skateshop
Explosions in the Sky
Thunder trucks
Spitfire wheels
etnies
WESC
emerica
Volcom (socks I was wearing on FUEL)
Bones Swiss (you can't see them but I swear I'm riding them)
Apple computers
Since Jim Phillips was all over the web in the last couple of weeks, Clifford decided to remix and update the classic "Screaming Hand" graphic. Ladies and gentleman, we present to you, the Screaming Knob.
Can you imagine the meeting/discussion between the retard Lake Forest skatepark employees/city officials deciding what to write on this sign for "band night" at the skatepark?
And what the hell is "violent dancing"? How does one enforce the "no violent dancing"...
Anyone who knows me knows I have no qualms boasting about how big of an Andrew W.K. fan I am. Imagine my surprise when I walk into the Altamont sales meeting in Vegas today, not more than an hour or so off the plane, straight into Andrew guest speaking for the crowd!? Like, what the fuck? Way to go Justin Regan!
Got to chill with Andrew, share my chocolate covered graham crackers with him, chat for a bit and get some career advice. If this is any indication of...
Wow, what a day! I land in Vegas only to find I'm "Person of the Week," thanks to a lovely young lady named Whitney, and my episode of Daily Habit with PLG airs tomorrow and I won't be able to see it unless I lurk some Vegas sports bar with plasmas on every wall and convince the bartender to have Fuel playing.
Looks like all this marketing crap I am smothered in every day is paying off. I'm totally narcissistically marketing myself, dude!Here's Fuel TV press release so you can totally make some popcorn and sit there anticipating seeing me be awkward in front of 25 million viewers. Hell, Tivo or DVR it for me or something so I can see it and post it here.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate press releases? They don't mix well with skateboarding. Neither does PR. If you wanna know why, ask me in person some day, I don't want to publicly embarrass/expose too many fraudulent PR people here right now.
