By Day 3, exhaustion sets in. Two straight days and nights of high fives, the ol’ knucks, slap, pound and open bars begins to take its toll. Everyone moves a little slower…and some even start to bail out. Not us. Nope, we’re there ‘til the bitter end. But after the festivities on Day 1 and Day 2, walking was no longer an option. The Mandalay Bay convention center is 857 square miles of booths, hallways and carpet covered aisles…perfect for scootering. At least that’s what Gary and I decided when we picked up a couple to rally around for the rest of the show. Gary and Willie from Bluebird even had some tricks dialed, with 3-booth long manuals going all day long.

That night we hit up the closing party over at club Tao at The Venetian. I don’t like to stray from the Hard Rock too often, but our homie Jesse from Gangster Snowboards was putting it on…so we had to check it out. Turns out, there’s some good times to be had over there too.

Driving over to the show was nice in Gary's new BMW convertible—a good way to see the sights.

Ah, the sights of Vegas...lovely, isn't it.

First stop was the massage girls over at the Yard. I'd been trying to get in for two days up to that point, but the pain had reached critical levels and this was my last chance. Vanessa was a lifesaver. She hooked it up proper, check out www.vanessashealinghands.com for more info.

See what I mean? Pure exhaustion. I wished that was me.

Then it was off to score the carts; these things are so money. Never walking again. Runke agreed.

A quick stop by the Nomis booth was in order; they helped me pimp my ride with fatty shoelace streamers.

Check out the new Simon hat. Pretty fresh.

I ran into Drappy chillin' at the Union booth. He got a nice present from someone's Field Notes that had a bad run in with a washing machine.

Every booth I went to, the ride got more flair.

Gary and Wille straight killin' it on the wheele tip.

After the show, we had a little group dinner back at Mr. Lucky's at the Hard Rock while those Future jerks spent their giant expense budget at Nobu's (the five star sushi joint). You know our style...keepin' it ghetto. This place is a must for the 5 am sober up breakfast, but hits the spot anytime of the day. Evan Rose even joined us, sportin' his casualty haircut from three days at The Buzz.

Lucky Lopez got the perfect shirt.

After dinner, we had a little pre game warm up with the boys from Frank 151. They were on their way outta town, off to conquer ASR. Man, I could not do those two shows back to back. Craig Wetherby showed off an expense reciept, and hooked us up with a brand new bottle of Ketel One for the road. Thanks Dubs!

After that, it was back down to the Casino to round up some crew for the trip over to The Venetian. Kurt and Mr. Bush were busy playing "Wheel of Fortune!"

There's only one way to travel in Vegas: by limo. And there's only one limo that turns heads like no other. Zach's monster truck Smith limo. This thing gets around, and Zach was kind enough to come thru once again for a quick trip to the party spot.

Zach is a true professional, and the hardest workin' man at SIA.

His co pilot, however, had no problem hittin' our bottle before they bounced.

Thanks Zach—you fuckin' rule!

When we got to the club, naturally they wouldn't let us bring the bottle inside. Alternative measures had to be taken.

Pat MIlbery was not feelin' it, and elected to bounce before we even got the party started.

Instead, we hit the bar and got ten plain cranberrys, then went back upstairs, posted up in front of the club and made our own bar. It was great.

John Laing playing bartender for Sean Genovese.

SASS's John Sang Wilber was in the house.

Jeff Keenen, obviously disappointed. I think he would have preferred to drink outside the club all night.

Eventually security came over and kicked us out of our own bar! Clearly this wasn't the Hard Rock.

Once we got inside though, the place was actually kinda poppin'. All the Whistler heads were there, and a massive dance party ensued.

Gangster Jesse and his partner in crime.

Bringin' sexy back.

Yo Lucky, Crown and Coke!

Check out the spider on homegirls back! So rad.

All in all, it was nice to get out and see another casino for once, even if it was only for a hot minute. Once they started in with the house music though, we were outta there. Back to the Hard Rock!

Once we got back to the hotel, we hit up the room for a quick private party before heading back down to the circle. We ended up losing Keenen though, man down, man down!

Carl from Iris and Ben Eng enjoying some fresh air.

Man, I couldn't shake these girls. Troopers I tell ya.

Vegas Baby, Vegas.

Hardingham was down there lookin' extra creepy.

He even had a magic watch that could change channels on the flat screens in the casino! Musta got it from Japan...they're magic there, you know. He also had a dick on his hand, not so rad.

Homie got clocked by some random dude and had to go for stitches.

There's always a make out sesh going on at 4 am...everytime.

Okay, if you haven't figured it out by now, the way to go in the Hard Rock is the liquor store inside. You buy your own bottle, get your mixer...and you're all set!

It's the only bar I've ever been to that let's you make your own drinks. God I love this place.

Sketchy D classin' it up.

Max Dubs still on point.

Hey, it's Bridges and...wait, is that...Draplin!?! Oh my god! I couldn't believe it. He never makes it this far!

Ed and Killa Cam were holdin' it down on the craps table late night solo steeze. Guess he ended up playing 'til 9 am and had a 45 minute roll at one point. Sick.

Thursday it was back to the show for the final lap. Thank God it's almost over.

We hung out at the Elm Co booth for while and checked out the complete line of our new hats. Nice job boys.

The girls from Powder horn saved the day with In-N-Out delivered!

Elm made an Illuminati hat.

Nam Tran, whut, whut whut.

Bluebird's got one too.

Somebody offered them $100 for the last "White Wedding" hat. These things are rare.

Skullcandy Jay.

Electric has one of the best booths of all time.

Durst was riddin durrty in the Street Van.

Drago and Runke, Breck brothers for life.

Matt Kass shows off the Sasquatch model Grenade glove.

Exile and Liesack OG SNOWBOARD shirts.

Josh Reid and the Rome boys call it. Good job boys.

We came, we saw, we conquered. Thanks to everyone for a great show.

We hit up the parking lot for one last hyphy sideshow sesh on the scooters, and Basher showed us some new tricks.

I had it pinned trying to set the new land speed record.

One last dinner at the Pink Taco and it was time to head to the airport. Stevie Hayes says his goodbys.

Get me the fuck outta here now.

Rome homie on the plane back to Portland. Still wasted, still awesome. Until next year...