The Las Vegas Skedaddle: A Weekend Trip
by Adam Dorobiala [adam@slugmag.com]
Issue 239 / November 2008 More from this Issue
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When you receive a phone call from a friend,in my case it was Mr. Mike Hays, and areinvited to escape from the upcoming freezingtemperatures to abscond to a warmer moreenjoyable climate, what is the obvious choice?Usually, if you are smart, you seize theopportunity to drive for seven or so hours tomigrate for the weekend.Mike called me around 2pm and said that DaveLaw and himself were making a run for thewarm blue skies of Las Vegas in one hour andoffered one of the seats in the vehicle to me. Imade a few calls to make sure it was legit if I leftto cover such an awesome story (because thebest way to avoid responsibilities is to know youhave them) and before I knew it we were southbound towards the city of sin. We stopped tofill up some gas and get some grub in a smalltown and randomly ran into Keaton Mcdonaldwho was also going to Vegas to see The Kingsof Leon play a show, and he told us to meetup with him the next day at a bar for a chat anda drink. We parted ways with Keaton and gotback on the road. The rest of the drive went offwithout a hitch and we arrived in St. Georgejust in time to go to an after party of a show thathad barely finished. The party only lasted a halfan hour or so but then we headed over to JayCooper’s house and continued to play beerpong and poker till pretty early in the morning.I woke up drunker than the night previous andwe went to the St. George skatepark to getsome skateboarding done before making thefinal leg of the trip to Vegas. Everyone of uswas killing it but David’s friend, Garrett Taylor,was waiting in Vegas for us armed with a mapof a million different spots and a camera todocument our whole experience there, so wesaid goodbye and aimed the vehicle southagain.
We ended up skating a pretty rad spotright when we got into town next to a baseballfield and Dave almost got his line but wasthwarted by a broken deck. Mike landed sometechnical trickeries and I, myself was trying tobreak free of the drive lag from the car ride fromSt. George so I just cruised and did tricks hereand there to get ready for the next 36 hours.We left that spot and went back to Garrett’s torest up before the night ahead. Keaton sentDave a text and told us where the bar wasbut mentioned he wouldn’t be there for a fewhours so we decided to go gambling first tokill some time. Roulette wheels and craps dicewere twirling ever so fluidly. After all was saidand done at the casino, the house basicallycharged us 165 dollars for our time there (eventhough there were times when we were up onthe house a substantial amount) so a little bittipsy and slightly broke, we headed over to thebar to meet up with Keaton. The bar was filledwith lovely people and we continued to drinkand ask for socks from random pretty girls inthe club. Somehow I managed to get a freebeer from a friend of a girl I tried to get somesocks from (I think that in order to understandthe importance of the term "socks" in this storyyou must’ve heard Mike and my conversationbefore the trip began) and went back insidefrom the "Indie-Emo" band playing in back ofthe bar to get a free manicure offered at theclub. Melinda did a wonderful job on my cuticlesand then it was back to sock shenanigans. Afterall the bands played, the stage was clearedoff to make way for a kiddie pool filled with KYjelly for sexy wrestling matches in the cold.Many a pastie was seen, not to mention full onboobs, and the crowd was loving every minuteof it. After the wrestling was over we went backinside and succeeded in talking to a few morepotential sock givers before we decided tohead home and save our energy for the day ofskateboarding ahead of us.I woke up early in the morning and waited around for Mike and Dave to awake from theirdrunken slumber and was amazed that everyonein Salt Lake was probably bitching about howcold it was while I was shirtless and shoeless inthe hot hot heat of the desert morning. We gotsome coffee and went to this way sweet ledge inthe industrial part of town where Mike got somegrade A footage for the upcoming Blindsidevideo. We stayed there for a while before PabloGonzales, Jay and their girlfriends showed upfrom St. George to participate in the skateboardaction.
When you receive a phone call from a friend,in my case it was Mr. Mike Hays, and areinvited to escape from the upcoming freezingtemperatures to abscond to a warmer moreenjoyable climate, what is the obvious choice?Usually, if you are smart, you seize theopportunity to drive for seven or so hours tomigrate for the weekend.Mike called me around 2pm and said that DaveLaw and himself were making a run for thewarm blue skies of Las Vegas in one hour andoffered one of the seats in the vehicle to me. Imade a few calls to make sure it was legit if I leftto cover such an awesome story (because thebest way to avoid responsibilities is to know youhave them) and before I knew it we were southbound towards the city of sin. We stopped tofill up some gas and get some grub in a smalltown and randomly ran into Keaton Mcdonaldwho was also going to Vegas to see The Kingsof Leon play a show, and he told us to meetup with him the next day at a bar for a chat anda drink. We parted ways with Keaton and gotback on the road. The rest of the drive went offwithout a hitch and we arrived in St. Georgejust in time to go to an after party of a show thathad barely finished. The party only lasted a halfan hour or so but then we headed over to JayCooper’s house and continued to play beerpong and poker till pretty early in the morning.I woke up drunker than the night previous andwe went to the St. George skatepark to getsome skateboarding done before making thefinal leg of the trip to Vegas. Everyone of uswas killing it but David’s friend, Garrett Taylor,was waiting in Vegas for us armed with a mapof a million different spots and a camera todocument our whole experience there, so wesaid goodbye and aimed the vehicle southagain.
We ended up skating a pretty rad spotright when we got into town next to a baseballfield and Dave almost got his line but wasthwarted by a broken deck. Mike landed sometechnical trickeries and I, myself was trying tobreak free of the drive lag from the car ride fromSt. George so I just cruised and did tricks hereand there to get ready for the next 36 hours.We left that spot and went back to Garrett’s torest up before the night ahead. Keaton sentDave a text and told us where the bar wasbut mentioned he wouldn’t be there for a fewhours so we decided to go gambling first tokill some time. Roulette wheels and craps dicewere twirling ever so fluidly. After all was saidand done at the casino, the house basicallycharged us 165 dollars for our time there (eventhough there were times when we were up onthe house a substantial amount) so a little bittipsy and slightly broke, we headed over to thebar to meet up with Keaton. The bar was filledwith lovely people and we continued to drinkand ask for socks from random pretty girls inthe club. Somehow I managed to get a freebeer from a friend of a girl I tried to get somesocks from (I think that in order to understandthe importance of the term "socks" in this storyyou must’ve heard Mike and my conversationbefore the trip began) and went back insidefrom the "Indie-Emo" band playing in back ofthe bar to get a free manicure offered at theclub. Melinda did a wonderful job on my cuticlesand then it was back to sock shenanigans. Afterall the bands played, the stage was clearedoff to make way for a kiddie pool filled with KYjelly for sexy wrestling matches in the cold.Many a pastie was seen, not to mention full onboobs, and the crowd was loving every minuteof it. After the wrestling was over we went backinside and succeeded in talking to a few morepotential sock givers before we decided tohead home and save our energy for the day ofskateboarding ahead of us.I woke up early in the morning and waited around for Mike and Dave to awake from theirdrunken slumber and was amazed that everyonein Salt Lake was probably bitching about howcold it was while I was shirtless and shoeless inthe hot hot heat of the desert morning. We gotsome coffee and went to this way sweet ledge inthe industrial part of town where Mike got somegrade A footage for the upcoming Blindsidevideo. We stayed there for a while before PabloGonzales, Jay and their girlfriends showed upfrom St. George to participate in the skateboardaction.
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