Pushing along the smooth side walks along the strip through thousands of people (99% intoxicated) in Las Vegas, Nevada with the skate fam was like nothing else. For the most part we got strange looks, excitement from others and a few scared shocks as our wheels rattled through the cracks approaching people from the behind, no pun intended. As we skated from place to place along the strip we appeared to be just a bunch of dirty local skater kids out of place. As you may or may not know people go to this city with stacks in their pockets. So you can imagine it being a bit upscale and us.....a little dirty from riding our skateboards all day and night.
|Jamie Cizek is adding a new flava to the tre flip|
|Chucky frontside feebles while Tom Cat gets a look at the undercarriage of that g ride.|
|Eric from Las Vegas brought the most hospitality, while never even meeting him before he chilled with us and skated for a few days. If you don't follow his insta @SkateFam you better get on it!|
It seemed that most days were spent going on these missions to find something to eat, but you know what they say "Its not the destination, its the journey" and that is one hundred percent true! The Agenda trade show was also going on and this is where we experienced the "Out of place" feeling. It was Me, Rey, Chucky, Tom, Eric, Jamie, and Chile all sitting on the floor inside the Venetian (a fancy place) waiting to meet Nicole. As we sat there numerous fancy fashion people walked past us and took there cliché ass photos in front of the agenda sign. As soon as Nicole walked up we were about to go into agenda and then.....This lady walks up to us and in a very demanding tone of voice asks to see our passes and if we were in the right place?? She says were sitting all over the floor looking like bums and in every bodies way! Which we were totally not!!! and there was even a few other people around us doing the same. but only we were hassled. And as we look back, four tall dudes in all black suits came out with walkie talkies and escorted us out, for no dam good reason.
We decided to not even deal with them and continue along. Skating in and out of all these fancy places we some how ended up in a incredibly upscale casino. You can tell by the stores and the art trophies displayed. It had to be around dinner time because everyone was feeling hungry.
We then decided to pick the first place that popped out to us. I couldn't even tell you the name, but it was a buffet and around 40 to 50 dollas a person. I pack my own food so I could just hang out with everyone while they ate. As were being seated in a waiting area, the hostess comes up to seat us then stops and says in a confused fancy tone of voice, "It says here 9 and there is 10 of you" that last one was me. The people insisted that I could not sit in with them while they ate. And once again we were out of place "à sa place" I personally didn't mind. But no one is left behind thanks to Nicole. We bounced out of that joint and told'em, laters!
|Thanks to Chile and a skate spot app, the University of Las Vegas was a few blocks down the way from us. And he layed one down on this OG vegas spot.|
|Jamie was pushing around with a swollen ankle, but that didn't stop him from laying down this Hard flip first try.|
|Chile casually 180's this gap while nearly missing this play boi.|
|Moi flexxin hard|
Leaving this massive casino where we just got denied, we all realized we have no idea where the exit is. Chile seems to know everything and points to the direction of a exit sign. We open these doors with the words clearly stated "Emergency exit" Walking through them we end up in this enclosed dark boxed off area. Its clear that no one comes through these exit doors. At one end of the walls are a row of doors so we proceed through them. Looking back at the doors, they have no handles and blend in with the wall. It seems to be that we made it out! We all skate down this fancy side walk path and end up in front of this stretch Rolls Royce limo. A man holding the limo door open for the passenger says to us "You guys are way lost" and whispers to us "This is Mr. Wynn's private area" We then walk into the nearest and ONLY entrance and its locked. We have no idea who Mr. Wynn is by the way. Going back to tell the driver that its locked, the driver says to let us back in to this Mr. Wynn guy. He comes out politely of his Rolls Royce limo, swipes some card and we go back in the casino. Were all freaking out, like who the heck was that guy?? We walk out the place and look up on the top of the building and its says "Wynn" Your telling me that some how the owner of this big ass fancy casino just let a bunch of dirty skater kids back in?! YES! that is exactly what I'm telling you. -Jeremy
|Chucky Melon Grabbed over this rail 1st try for ten Dollas!|