Next time you answer your phone
Try saying “Hi”
Instead of ‘Hello’. It weirds people out.
Note the Sheik rocking Discrete! The Playboy Mansion is a mythical place..
Iron Sheik is my boy. It’s official.
This image provided by the European Southern Observatory shows a new near-infrared image of the R136 cluster, obtained at high resolution with the MAD adaptive optics instrument at the ESO’s Very Large Telescope which provides unique details of its stellar content. At birth, the three brightest stars each weighed more than 150 times the mass of the Sun. The most massive star, known as R136a1 and located at the center of the image, has been found to have a current mass of 265 times that of the Sun. It also has the highest luminosity, close to ten million times greater than the Sun.
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I was asked recently; ‘What’s your intention behind Discrete product?’
Answer:
“Our designs, brand, and products, I aim, appeal to people that are full of personality, they aren’t buying Discrete to ‘dress’ in it. They are wearing it as an extension of themselves, no biggie, but exactly what they are looking for and can identify with.”
This happened TODAY.
Our room at the W hotel Hollywood. Place is nice.
Jen and I saying hi from our room.
No breakfast is complete without Tony the Tiger.
My turn.
They’re Grreeeeeeeeaatt!!!
Off to the PLAYBOY mansion. You know, the mansion was cool and all… But what it boiled down to… it was a big house, with a big yard. With a really nice outdoor pool, hot tubs, grotto, sweet outdoor bar, tent, painted girls, Sheckler, Ron Jeremy, Kim Kardashian, Amare Stoudamire…. ok the Playboy mansion was pretty damn cool.
Jen getting her pose on for the party.
Inside the Tent at the mansion.
Striking another.
Golf the next day. Here is Bode Miller lining up a EAGLE put. We participated in the V foundationfor cancer, celebrity fundraiser. Raised over 1 million dollars! Really cool to be a part of it.
Bode sinking his EAGLE! Nice work man! Bode was an amazing golfer. It was about my 10th time ever golfing… I did much better than I thought I would - so that was cool. But check this out, we had to be on the shuttle at 6:45am the morning after the Playboy mansion! Rough morning!
Off to another party that night.
Jen striking another pose - she’s getting good at this! Every time I had to talk her into it, she really didn’t want to.. She did incredible. Very scary though for sure.
Onto the big night. Here our are tickets to get onto the red carpet, to get into the ESPYs, after party..
Driving in the shuttle to the ESPYs. There was a caravan of approx 10 shuttles taking the athletes from the W hotel in West Hollywood to the venue in downtown LA. Not shitting you, we had police escorts allowing the caravan to run red lights the whole way there, motorcycle police just about took out 3 pedestrians and a stroller crossing the street, a little excessive.
Traffic jam on the red carpet. This scene was intense, Ditka there, Joe Namath there, Terrell Owens over there, Brett Favre I just bumped into, Serena Williams in the house, Will Ferrell is right freaking there.. and so on. We had a really funny thing happen to us on the red carpet, if you haven’t read about it yet, CLICK HERE (it’s worth it).
Inside the show, about to get started..
Shaun White accepting his “Best Olympic Performance” award. Shaun White is a pretty chill kid, he was at the after party, I didn’t have a chance to talk to him, but I observed a little - he walked into the hotel lobby and was greeted with mad love from some big-ass football/NFL dudes. And when you think about it, NFL is global yes, but mostly USA. Shaun White IS global, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of the most recognizable people on the planet. Props to Shaun. Amazing athlete.
Overall, the show was very entertaining, I had a great time.
After the show we headed back to the hotel to hit the after party on the roof. Here is the ticket. Pretty official. We took a nap from midnight to 1:00am, then we got out there - I was surprised we made it out of bed! It was awesome though. Fun rubbing shoulders with that crowd.
Day after the show, we met up with some friends in Venice and rode bikes around and chilled out.
Jen checking out the ocean.
Jen, her agent Matty Horn, and me holding it up.
A couple of cold beers, with my buddy Jess Sluder from Venice, he’s a good friend from Utah that’s been living out there for about 5 years now. He is also an amazing artist that is doing some work for Discrete headwear.
There I am in a Discrete trucker hat featuring Jess’s art. Thanks Jess! I also got a different one of Jess’s Discrete hats onto, legendary WWF wrestler, IRON SHEIK, at the playboy mansion, I have a great photo I’ll release soon.
Jen about to crash into me, haha.
We made up.
Did you know that the amount of money spent annually/globally is 1,000,000,000 dollars? That’s wild.
That is also the US deficit, as well as the government bailout $$ total:
I have a very embarrassing story to tell. Here it goes. I was in town to support my girlfriend for her nomination for her ESPY, for ‘Best Action Sports Athlete‘. Very cool. While in town, we got to rub shoulders with some radical people, and attend some fun parties at the Playboy Mansion, rooftop pools, amongst others.. On the big day of the ESPYs, we even got to walk down the red carpet. The red carpet is approx 150 yards long, off to the sides there are little ‘booths’ for Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood, and stuff - they would just grab people like Terrell Owens, and be like “hey Terrell, come over here for a min, we want to interview you”… After 4 or 5 booths, there was a big spot off to the side for all the ESPN live broadcasting, and they would grab famous people/athletes off the red carpet to interview as well. At the end of the carpet there was the paparazzi row, literally hundreds of photographers lined up to shoot the celebs in their ’spots’.
Bear with this story, but you have to hear a little more before I proceed with the embarrassing part. 2 nights before we were on our way back from the Playboy Mansion (that’s a story in itself - I was straight chilling with the IRON SHEIK), and Jen and I made friends with 3 girls, one of them working for ESPN P.R. The next night we went to an industry night party for the ESPYs, and there was also a mini red-carpet - it ends up the girl we made friends with in the limo was the girl that walks each athlete/celeb down the carpet and holds sign up that reads each person’s name for the photographers. She was like, “Jen get over here and do this!”. So Jen walked and posed, did the thing, and the girl held up the sign that read “Jen Hudak, X-games Gold Medalist”. Totally sweet, people were into it. Here is a photo of Jen crushing it:
So now fast forward to the red carpet at the ESPYs. We see her again right away and she is the person again that is in control of the flow for the paparazzi flow. Well she, again, was like “get in there”, she informed the first ’stop’ of photographers who Jen was and they flashed away at us. The couple in front of us is none other than LANDON DONOVON and his girlfriend Bianca. Needless to say, coming off the World Cup, Donovon was a popular man with the photographers so they held him in each ’spot’ for as long as they could. At the second ’stop’ we were already embarrassed, because it’s freaking LANDON DONOVON next to us, and we just felt trapped, we couldn’t just go around them, and so we had to hold our ground and pose, do the thing for the cameras. Well guess who comes in right behind us?!! Marissa Miller!! At this point, all the cameras are pointed 100% away from us and at Marissa and Landon… but there is no where to go!! Holy shit it was like I had an adrenaline rush. Of embarrassment. After what felt like 5 hours went by, after maybe 5 ’stops’, even though it was probably only 1 minute, I look behind us, and I see, ESPN anchor Stuart Scott walking by, totally bypassing the paparazzi row!! Then it hits me… holy shit, “Jen this is like for the MEGA famous people only, lets get the f*%! out of here.” At that point it was pretty much the last stop and we realize Danica Patrick was in front of Landon. So it went: Danica, Landon, us, and then Marissa. Oh man. We’re expecting a US Weekly to come out and have a photo that shows the line up, with an arrow pointing at us, with the tagline “who the hell are these idiots?”…
Landon and his babe.
Marissa.
Danica.
And us glad to be in the show, and now have a great story to tell the rest of our lives!
