CHEADS AND BLAKES LOST WEEKEND: part 1
Luke: Arrived LA. The US Open always a circus. Surf is rubbish but parties plentiful. Spewed, cried, laughed, danced and everything in between. Got lost in Hollywood for 3 days. I hooked up a mate, Leigh Sedley (pro surfer and DJ) with a bunch of gear and he became our unofficial US ambassador. Went to Hooters, twice, drank beer and gave BIG tips.Blake: It went pear shape in my first heat. Was more like a gymnastics display by my Brazilian counterparts while I was on still on the monkey bars. Time to cut my loses. Spent 6 nights partying for Nic Muscrofts retirement. Didn’t see much daylight. Somewhere in between, went to a midget bikini bar – a classy establishment. Most of the attention was on the lingerie wearing bar staff. Went to a Dirt Nasty concert. Hands down the worst live performance ever. Lucky he had rigs (we’re assuming, young ladies?) dancing in lingerie. Had 4 surfs over 8 days, because it was rubbish. Must send some footage to MAMBO … to keep the bar tab open.
MAMBO SUMMER WINE DOWN
If you were within a bleeding ear of Manly Wine last night, you’ll know that Mambo was throwing a party for anyone who cared to attend.
WISH YOU WERE HERE
If you skate and have been to NYC you might know this park. We were in town recently for the launch of Mambo in the US. We found this nicely contoured slab of concrete after the manager of our hotel asked us to take (Mambo skater) Brad McDermott outside “to play” after he’d jumped a luggage trolley in the hotel lobby. The park is in the Chinatown district, in Brooklyn, and when we walked through the gate the mood became, “unfriendly”. The local skaters were unhappy about having to share their park with a bunch of out-of-town drop-ins with a camera. That was, until Brad started skating. Suddenly, mood changed, abuse stopped and, applause. That boy can skate.
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MAMBO LOVES A FLOATING PARTY
You tear open the embossed envelope from Vogue and there’s an invitation requesting the pleasure of your company aboard a luxury pontoon in the middle of Sydney Harbour, surrounded by models and scarfing lobster canapés and alcohol you can only normally afford after an insurance payout. What can you say? “Sorry, can’t make it. We’re having the cat de-sexed on Thursday”. Bugger the cat (not literally)!
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SEAS & GREETINGS
SANTA turns 2010, so what are you gunna do? Have a party is what.
Last week Mambo invited 800 of our closest friends to the Church On Chalmers, Surry Hills to celebrate the old buggers birthday. The joint rocked. The owners – I’m guessing that would be God, even let us pull down the scripture on the board out front and replace it with a company classic: Forgive Them Father For They Know Not What They Wear. Amen to that. You’d think all the grief we’ve given organized religion over the years that something would have to go pear shape – our accounts manager turned to a pillar of salt or a plague of locusts descending on the kitchen? Nothing. Just beautiful people, righteous beats, live artz, moving picture, bread turned to pizza, and water into vodka and wine. And we took some photos. You’ll recognize the A-list. The rest either snuck in (or paid off the door pigs) or work for Mambo.
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