At some point last week, I went to Las Vegas and attended what is known in the biz as shitface. Outside of the biz it is known as Interbike. It is important to not get the two mixed up. Interbike goes on the receipts to the accountant and shitface is just what happens.
I didn’t attend last year and thought that it might be beneficial for me to go and drink some beer on the expense account of some bike companies. It was.
Sir Gurr and I left SG late Wednesday night and arrived in Vegas around 10:30, our time. I dropped Gurr off and then tried to find Paul with whom I was to be staying. Before I even made it to my room I was getting texts from Gurr about his room. And then came the photo of a Star Trek uniform.
Paul and I were on our way.
Apparently, they were over booked and upgraded Gurr to the Star Trek Suite…
After enjoying the Star Trek memorabelia, we headed out to see what we could find on the Strip. Mostly what we found is losing money and drinking booze.
Once I had my fill of that, I headed back to the room to pass out.
I woke up bright and early, at about 7:30. Got ready and headed to what I would refer to as work.
I let these pictures and my twitter feed speak for the rest of what happened. Mostly because everything else is really fuzzy. I only have these pictures and some texts proving that I was completely lost for at least two hours as my memory of shitfaceInterbike.