The Art of Getting Drunk Premiere

While I was flying high in a tuna can in the sky our East Coast intern/bitch/jack of all trades had somehow bamboozled his way into getting a ticket to the Art of Flight. Now normally we’d expect him to represent us in the best light possible but while stuck in the asshole that was the Minneapolis Air Port he sent a text message showing what he would be drinking on the way to this premiere and I knew it was game over for anything coherent to happen. This is his story, these are his photos, and this is what he can barely remember from the Art of Flight premiere.

Got this photo at around 5 p.m.from Brucey

On my adventure into the big city to many wild, crazy, and of course alcohol fueled adventures happened to explain to the normal reader or human for that matter. But arriving at the Beacon Theater in NYC in the pouring rail to stand out in a line of bro’s and chain smoking hipsters wasn’t happening for me. I quickly hustled to the red carpet which was guarded like the President was coming. Upon snaking and sneaking my way through to get under the awning, I quickly realized one of many things; completely under dressed for this event in a tall tee with a coaches jacket, its like a pow day at Jackson Hole more pros around then you can shake a stick at, and finally this is going to be an epic night of drunk shreds raging.

The Big City!

Under the awning I run into a familiar face of Avert Guldemond, Chas’s older brother. I’ve crashed on his couch in Plymouth, NH a couple times hand shakes, high fives, and more introductions to other shreds here. This goes on for the next half hour or so. Slowly moving around running into pros here and that I’ve worked with and they all
are giving the same questions “What are you doing here?” and “How are you getting in?” I laughed and move on. I had a favor from a sweet girl who got us tickets way before they went on sale with the connections she has the BIG B (Owe a HUGE THANKS to her). So we get inside where I’m greeted with a Red Bull and vodka, so stoked because the bottle of JD I drank on the train was dying off. After that I ran into a handful of other down to earth shreds, make some small talk, have a couple more drinks, and shocking even more people that I’m here at such a big event. Then the bros and hipster roll in forcing us to quickly find our seats. They announce the movie is going to begin so I head to the bathrooms where I walk into a weed haze and the smell hits me like a brick, things got a little funny here and I couldn’t remember who it was but I wandered back to my seat. I tried sneaking into the VIP seating and found Owen Wilson sitting there which was kinda weird, someone snitched on me and I was sent back to my seat.

Where non celebrities sit. Brucey is only Internet famous not Hollywood famous.

Well the Art of Flight as you imagine was orgasmic, I HATE WATCHING BACKCOUNTRY OR BIG MOUNTAIN RIDING. But this film won me over with the amount of work and dedication the crew put into this production blew my mind
absolutely amazing. I wont go on and ruin it for you or repeat what every other media company said, you’ll have to go see it for yourself.

The movie let out and everyone is on a high from the film and drugs. People are going wild in the streets when I ran into kids from Colorado’s Scummit County and we go off. Later I ran into Scotty Lago shaking hands and giving high fives. T-Rice is in the mix but so many kids are all over the guy, I feel bad. Then you have the Jackson bros in matching Mad Hatter outfits. All the buzz is trying to find the after party which wasn’t released to the public and possibly invite only. Either way I’m getting there anyway possible I grab my girls, a homie, and send it straight to The Stone Rose. A club somewhere in the city cause at this point I’m lost. We get there after running around the city for 5-7 blocks in the pouring rain, peeing everywhere, and playing Frogger with traffic. Finally we arrive at this huge luxury building. FUCK, I look like shit there’s no way they are going to let me in then out of the corner of my eye I see Pat Moore’s mom Debbie, (who used to hook me up with tickets to Waterville Valley). I quickly walk in the front door with her in front of us and act like our crew is with her. Turns out you could have just walked right in to the building but the bar was a different story. I can’t really tell you how I got in to the after party cause that’s a trade secret of being the East Beast. Once in it was open bar, people got loose and the Red Bull girls got friendly. The rest of the night got really fuzzy while drinking straight from the bottle with Halldor and meeting the owner of a Revelstoke heli company. I could go on about what things got stolen or who’s wives I danced with but that’s why you need to follow our twitters.

If you want to know how this premiere went down from another perspective I would recommend this tale from Upstate. Mike over on YoBeat.

Photos and words: Bruce Sandstrom

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