We kept looking for the Tumyeto booth, and Elissa said
she'd take us to it soon. We're like, huh? Where the hell is it?
We've been circling this damn place and nobody has found it. She
said, "it's here."
She needed to fulfill her obligation to signing autographs
at the Etnies booth, and be seen in general. Then she would show
us the Tumyeto booth.
|Elissa and the Etnies AM Team
A few dudes she was delighted to be seen with were
the Etnies AM team. She told me when Cheryl and I returned after
her autograph session that she got Shane Sheckler's autograph. I'm
going, um OK (who the hell is he)? She said he was one of the best
skater's she's ever seen. He's far right in the pic on the right!
Finally, we tore Elissa away from the long lines of
fans wanting her autograph. She said "let's do this."
We followed her out the back of the building going huh? She said
"follow me." We wind up outside down at the at the harbor,
up against a locked gate and a very large Security dude.
|The BoothShipload of Tumyeto
He asked if we had an appointment. Elissa said she
was a pro for Toy Machine. He laughed. But at her insistence, someone
important came up and confirmed, yes, this tiny woman was in fact
one of their professional skateboarders. He let us in quick! We
were greeted by Captain Tod, who welcomed us aboard "THE BOOTH!"
Alright, right on, Mr. Swank, pretty friggen cool!
This was quite an impressive yacht, completely stocked
with a full bar, food, and plenty of pros. The bartender set me
up with the best tasting Heinie I ever had. John thought he died
and went to teenage alcoholic heaven!
We stuck around only for one drink, and opted not to
go out on the cruise. I guess we were afraid the Minnow would be
lost! Can you imagine being stuck on a desert island with all those
Tumyeto Ghetto hoodlums!
|Ed & Deanna Templeton and daughter Elissa
We disembarked ship and walked back to the main building
to watch the demo, past the security guard who was very nice to
us this time, and actually took care of our beer bottles, and whatever
other garbage we needed to get rid of.
At the demo upstairs, some chick with security doubted
my Alex Chalmers identity and told me I couldn't take pictures.
How dare she not give such an important pro his/her freedom! After
all, wasn't there some emo serial TV drama with a chick named Alex?
humph! I hate security chicks. I get along with the men ones much