The Vancouver Canucks were in LA today to deliver a whooping to our LA Kings. So of course with so many of my favorite Canadians here (and a special delivery of a beautiful Nucks Jersey from Langdon), I proudly went dressed as the enemy, and I loved it. We were but smidge of blue in a sea of black. Nice work Kings, we’ll (they’ll) get you next time! Also, the blimp is cool, the white towels are lame. However, what’s not lame… The Briggs. They’re a bitchen’ LA band, they played at the game tonight. And Jason LaRocca is my friend!
Monthly Archives: April 2010
Streets of Long Beach
I spent the weekend with some very fast friends at the Long Beach Grand Prix. Walker Racing is running Speedy Dan Clarke in the Indy Lights series and I was lucky enough to see it from the inside out. Nothing like being on the starting grid when they fire those suckers up, I even said aloud today “it never gets old” about the thump and roar. Thanks a million Deano & Derrick, another brilliant weekend!
The King Is Open
The grand opening of Mario Barth’s King Ink in the Mirage happened this last Saturday. It was a bash in grand style, replete with drink, beauties and familar faces. I’ll let the pictures tell this story. But please feel free to stop by the shop to recreate the fun the next time you’re in the Mirage. And get yourself some GOOD ART. Tell ‘em JW sent you and you might get a gratis swill with purchase.
Road Trip Delivery
With the opening of Mario Barth’s new shop King Ink, in Las Vegas, I’ve been scrambling to get the place stocked up with GOOD ART. The actual delivery called for a road trip with security (unarmed, but dark & surly). TC and Bubs in tow, we started the trip with a stop… at Langers for a few Number 10′s – sorry no pictures, we were enraptured by the smokey pastrami goodness. It was a brilliant Thursday afternoon drive up. We managed a gratuitous stop at the Mad Greek, though only I ate, and after telling a guy to stop throwing trash out his parked car window, and then having him tell me to “get real”, I was a little sorry about the stop. Night one was a breeze. Day two was 13 hours of unpacking and logging in SKUs, we were all run ragged. But not too tired for a little poker. I only remember this; two of the guys at the table were named Kevin, I took money from both my friends and everyone else, and also that I was scolded for taking this picture at the table. The rest of the night was a glass of bourbon.
