Leaving Las Vegas

Like Rice’s movie, that’s it that’s all, SIA is finally over. 9 days in that hell hole of setting up, hi5’n, bro’n and breaking down. I hope I never go back. But all is not bad, some good memories have been made thru the years for sure. Like: the Hard Rock round bar, Crocs, Olympic Garden, “dat is a dude!,” Expired Snowboards early season writing incentive of head in the back room, Flites bong rip for turning in orders early, Dale Rehbergs consistent beer poaching, sleeping in between the Bakoda display, Rides first booth with a quarter pipe in it and Jamie Salter yelling at people, Cappel girls, Perogies bindings, Evil Tony, The Shark Club, Flight Bar, Hard Rock Rail Jam, going to Las Vegas drag strip to watch Ron Caps rip a 4 second quarter mile at 318mph, Pennywise, Supersuckers, Social D, Wyclef Jean, getting kicked out of Wyclef Jean, houses behind the Hilton, house dinners, beach cruisers for transpo, Billabong bus, Farmer rapping, Helly Hansons impromptu Supersuckers show, the customary welcome to Las Vegas beer and Slim Jim, Hugo’s wine cellar, Golden Steer, Slots are Fun, Volcom antics, Lepores booth builds, TJ, Parker and Corey appearances, SIA’s snowboard only section way back when, handing warm pee bottles to unsuspecting victims, the faggotys ass bouncers at the Beach, walking our entire Wave Rave booth in, the here today’s and gone tomorrows of super star brands that are going to be the next Burton - Gallian, Sapient, Bitch Boards and Ed Hardy, all the lost memories and most importantly this flight home.