Smeaker Party (Hosted by Kevin Smith, Scott Mosier & etnies)
[pullquote quote=”If you know anything about these two and their humor – most of the subject matter can’t be re-produced in this article.”]Upon exiting the Andaz hotel, I as immediately accosted by a gentleman with a pedicab, “Anywhere you want – $10!” Well, how could I refuse? Not to mention I’d already walked about nine light years during the course of the day.
Around .7 seconds into the ride I began questioning the soundness of my judgement as my driver careened an interesting course (considering our detonation was in the opposite direction) toward Bar Eldorado. With [lastfm link_type=”artist_info”]Snoop Dogg[/lastfm] blaring from the ratty sub-woofer strapped under my seat and bus driver’s wagging their fingers disapprovingly, this was the single-most exhilarating portion of my day, if exhilarating were to translate into “the moments I most feared for my life.”
As my driver redefined the antithesis of “As the crow flies,” I realized that no matter how entertaining Kevin Smith was, he couldn’t possibly be this exciting.
The thing about most trade shows and conventions is that they’re largely based around specially designed convention centers and the safe environs of their surrounding hotels. Which is why my curiosity was piqued that Mr. Smith and his über-hip clothing affiliates chose a dive bar in a time-trodden area of the city to host their shin-dig.
Upon gaining entrance (and learning that this gathering’s drink specials were free PBR and Moscow Mules – of course!) I realized that I’d dropped right into the middle of a live action “SModcast” by Smith and his long-time producer/partner, Scott Mosier. As the seated audience relished the conversation being broadcast across the room, and out into the ether from what would otherwise be the DJ’s pulpit, others enjoyed being sheltered from the dazzling fluorescents of the Convention Center while sipping a cocktail and perusing examples of the new shoe, appropriately named, “SMeaker.”
All in all, Smith and Mosier gripped the crowd with their at-ease hilarity, unfortunately – if you know anything about these two and their humor – most of the subject matter can’t be re-produced in this article. With that I finished my drink and walked back out into the grey dusk of an overcast San Diego city evening. As I walked, I relished the safety of my two feet over the the frantic pedaling of the mad tricyclist.
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