sometimes life is so odd.
i went out tonight and ran into hugh hefner and 9 members of his playboy entourage.
and here’s the odd thing…most of the playboy women were smart and aware and nice. one of the women had just finished her post graduate law studies and is preparing to take the california bar exam.
i know, the world is a never ending fount of surprises.
they even invited me to the playboy mansion…
oh my. what’s a little, unattractive bald guy to do?
it’s like the 21st century version of dr. faustus. well, without the eternal ramifications, hopefully. in any case, i’m back home and lined on to the interweb. time to ski some web-stations.
i know that if i were to find myself at a party at the mansion that i would probably end up talking to the people doing valet parking. i’d probably end up asking the caterers what their favourite star trek-next generation episodes were. mine? the one where picard spends a lifetime on another planet due to the probe that was launched when the planet was going to burn up and it turns out that in real-time picard was only gone for 15 minutes but in picard-time he lived a whole life there and he even learned to play the flute. that’s the best star trek episode of all time, imho.
ok, time to reign in the geekiness. and time to go to bed and once again lament the fact that i’ll never be suave. i bet kid rock or tommy lee wouldn’t talk about star trek-next gen at a playboy mansion party.
-moby