It’s official: I hate Vegas. It dawned on me that the type of people who love this city are the same people who love New Year’s Eve. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no fun hater, quite the opposite. It’s just that in both instances it seems so forced.
Much to my surprise, last night was an exception. After spending a few hours at Interbike Ryan Denehy made the short walk from our ghetto-ass hotel to Paris where Andorran MTB icon Cedric Gracia waited patiently on a bench for us and more importantly his stretch Hummer Limo. Aspiring sports agent Doug Smith paced back and forth, Blackberry attached to ear mumbling something about needing a stiff drink. The plan for the past few weeks was to shoot a day in the life of Cedric at Interbike ending with Freeride Entertainment’s New World Disorder 8 premiere party. Long story short, they forgot the camera and told us that FedEx lost it and Ryan didn’t bring all of his equipment so we were forced to shoot on Ryan’s little HDV cam with no mic and no lights.
We made the most of it, as soon as Cedric jumped into the limo it was clear he was having fun sin city style, yelling obscenities at fat chicks and smoking cigarettes while bumping Justin Timberlake. We rolled around for a while, picked up Niki Gudex who by the way is one of the most fetching women I have ever laid eyes on, and then were dropped off at the premiere. I began to walk in and was told by the uber large bouncer only one camera was allowed into the spot, whatever, I was down to go back to the room and get some rest. Turns out though that Doug didn’t get in either, the guy who set this whole thing up, because he wasn’t 21, neither were half the people in there by the way. That a way to take of your guests Freeride.
Doug took me to this spot that he and Adam Hauck had chilled at last year. I have to say that of all the nice restaurants, hotels casinos, strip clubs I’ve been to in Vegas this was and is the best spot in town. It’s a street corner somewhere on the strip (I was sworn to secrecy although if you study the pics you can figure it out), with rocks to sit on, a liquor story 15 ft away and the unprecedented people watching. I was pretty much like a bar, except the air was cleaner and the beers were cheaper. Doug, myself, Adam Hauck and two guys whose names escape me posted up for a solid two hours swigging Mickey’s Malt Liquor out of cans (no open container law, awesome). Crack heads, losers, douche bags, hot chicks, midgets, hookers, pimps, red necks and Euros were all out in full force and we heckled all of them. Good times. There are several parties planned this evening but I know where I’ll be.