Once a month on Sunday nights was \u201Cmovie night\u201D at the mansion where Hef would score a first run movie from the studios (in 35MM), and screen it for about 50 of his friends. The year was 1999, and the night I went I was invited as someone\u2019s date. He was 25 years older than I was, and was Hef\u2019s straight, swinging single hairdresser. He picked me up in a vintage Mercedes Roadster convertible, (that ruined my hair-do after I spent 2 hours doing my hair), and said he forgot something at his house in Beverly Hills, so we went there first. He had tons of posters of Shampoo with Warren Beatty in the house, and claimed that the character was based on him, not John Peters. And so the weirdest date ever began.
The movie that night was Entrapment, starring Catherine Zeta Jones, who was 29 at the time, playing the love interest of Sean Connery, who was 69. My date proudly introduced me to all of the men there, but not one of them asked what I did for a living, unlike New York City, where it\u2019s the first thing people ask you. (At the time, I was going on late night talk shows like Conan promoting my books, had a TV deal with MTV, and had sold a screenplay to Paramount Pictures.) But the men at the mansion he introduced to me all seemed to be whispering about me. I tried to make out what they were saying, when I heard one of them say to him: \u201CHey, your date is nice. How much did you have to pay for her?\u201D Another one asked \u201CWhere did you get her?\u201D It was the moment I realized everyone there thought I was a prostitute.
Celebrities who were friends of Hef (who was 77 at the time) that night included his long time friends Dick Van Patten from 80\u2019s TV show Eight Is Enough, Robert Culp from the 60\u2019s TV show I Spy, actor Robert Blake who was acquitted for murdering his wife, Mort Sahl, a political comedian who started his career at beatnick nightclubs in the 1950\u2019s, and whose conversation made me laugh and was the highlight of my night, and a lecherous Bill Cosby, who was hitting on anything that moved.
Other celebrities that night included Owen Wilson, Luke Wilson Pamela Anderson, Jenny McCarthy, Tom Arnold, Roseanne Barr, David Boreanaz, artist David LaChappelle, and Jeff Goldblum, who worked the room collecting dozens and dozens of girl\u2019s phone numbers in a quick, smooth, and efficient way like I\u2019ve never seen in my life. He should do a masterclass on \u201CHow To Pick Up Girls\u201D.
There were so many beautiful eye candy girls at the party, I wondered where they all came from, who they were, and what they did. Most of them stuck to the dress code by wearing lingerie like bras & panties, and teddies. So I started asking them how they got invited to the party. Most of them were 18-22 and told me that they got into the party by sending in a head shot, along with a \u201Cfull body shot.\u201D With a ratio of 30 girls to every guy, every straight guy\u2019s dream and every woman\u2019s nightmare, the party was \u201Ccast\u201D like a Hollywood movie. One girl asked me what I did for a living, and I said \u201CI\u2019m a writer,\u201D and she said \u201CI\u2019m a waiter too!\u201D I could only imagine how these young, innocent girls would have handled the \u201Cinvitation\u201D to the grotto by the creepy \u201Cconservative\u201D guy, considering they were all vying to be in Playboy.
At these legendary spots, after-hours thrill seekers will have no problem catching live music, enjoying generous cocktails, hobnobbing with eclectic crowds, savouring scrumptious late-night eats, and in some cases, learning a bit of local history.
This extensive guide, is great not only for visiting tourists keen to get the best experience possible from their night out, but also for any locals who may have missed a hidden night treasure in their state.
The year was 2004. I was driving our family Land Rover with our dog's crate tied to the top of our vehicle. We were on our way to a family reunion at Uncle Hugh's Playboy mansion. I couldn't understand why people were pointing at us on the freeway. One woman was pointing her finger at the roof of my Land Rover; I just shook my head in dismay and kept driving. I told my husband Mitt, there were a lot of crazy people on the road today. Mitt suggested pulling over for the night. We stopped at the Hilton mansion and we were greeted by our very good friend Paris and her dog. I removed our dog Zap from the top of our vehicle and gave him water, I thought he was thirsty because he was panting so hard. He wouldn't drink so I told Mitt to bring Zap to his room in the Hilton house. Yes our friends, the Hiltons had separate bedrooms for dogs in their home. Zap proceeded to vomit all over Mitt's shoes and pants. No worries, zap was just fine the next day, but Mitt was in need of new pants and shoes.
CHICAGO, July 15 /PRNewswire-FirstCall/ -- Looking for a great place to have a drink? Look no further than "Playboy's Guide to America's Greatest Bars" in the magazine's August 2010 issue (available on newsstands and at www.playboydigital.com on Friday, July 16).
From NYC to LA to all points in between, writer at large and nightlife aficionado Steve Garbarino, along with the Playboy staff, list the nation's best watering holes and explain why it's worth taking a seat at a bar stool in these must-see establishments.
In addition, the article also lists the country's "Best Dive Bars" and "Best Late-Night Eats," two uniquely American staples of nightlife culture. Following is an alphabetical listing of Playboy's top spots in the nation. A complete round-up will be available online at www.playboy.com/bestbars.
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