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05-05-05 & Hugh Heffner
May. 5th, 2005 04:14 pmTired. Tired. Adrenaline coming down. Got back from Garden party at The Playboy Mansion. Met several playmates, most notable Miss September 2004. Saw Bai Ling (or Ling Bai) up close and personal (see June's cover), and saw George Maloof (sp?) owner of The Palms Casino in Las Vegas and the Sacramento Kings...the Mayor of Las Vegas...the new Playmate of the Year 2005, Tiffany Fallonand Heff...and lots of playmates. Chatted some with some of the older playmates, including one very sweet centerfold from April, 1967, Gwen Wong. Some of those women are more beautiful in person. Some are...shall we say...um...scary looking...and the ones from nigh on 30-40 years ago, are still gorgeous...well, some of them, anyway. Some of them have really neat grace and charm to them. And then there's plastic.
I owe Alex a big ass kiss on the mouth. Why? Cuz he's the man. (Yes, I said on the mouth. I think I'm secure in my manhood right now, thank you...there was a lot of attempting to keep my head from exploding. Cuz, yeah. Moreso when one or two opened up their mouths, and out came wit and intelligence...yeah, the smart thing. Works well. Big wonders. Can make the most "plain" woman sexy, and make already sexy women break blood vessels in forheads...that being said, there are still some women on my friendslist, and you SHOULD KNOW WHO YOU ARE BY NOW, who could give many of those women a run for their money.)
None the less my brain has still been temporarilly put on hold. I'll think sometime after I've had a chance to sleep...when that is, I'm not sure yet...Friday night, maybe? Maybe? Dunno...
Wow. Going to afterparty tonight.
Must take nap. staying out late and then sitting through hour and a half boring meeting at 7:30am aren't good prior to hitting parties...but good for keeping brain subdued from thinking of where one's at.
Though if nothing else, it's fun to rub the salt in the wound to Dave, the fuzzy Canadian: "Dude! Guess where I'm calling from..."
I owe Alex a big ass kiss on the mouth. Why? Cuz he's the man. (Yes, I said on the mouth. I think I'm secure in my manhood right now, thank you...there was a lot of attempting to keep my head from exploding. Cuz, yeah. Moreso when one or two opened up their mouths, and out came wit and intelligence...yeah, the smart thing. Works well. Big wonders. Can make the most "plain" woman sexy, and make already sexy women break blood vessels in forheads...that being said, there are still some women on my friendslist, and you SHOULD KNOW WHO YOU ARE BY NOW, who could give many of those women a run for their money.)
None the less my brain has still been temporarilly put on hold. I'll think sometime after I've had a chance to sleep...when that is, I'm not sure yet...Friday night, maybe? Maybe? Dunno...
Wow. Going to afterparty tonight.
Must take nap. staying out late and then sitting through hour and a half boring meeting at 7:30am aren't good prior to hitting parties...but good for keeping brain subdued from thinking of where one's at.
Though if nothing else, it's fun to rub the salt in the wound to Dave, the fuzzy Canadian: "Dude! Guess where I'm calling from..."
