Exotic cocktails to quench thirst...
To the Manor born...
Hugh Hefner is the male animal's ultimate image of the true bachelor.
Carefree, surrounded by a bevy of bodacious babes, rich enough to enjoy a luxurious slice of life...he's a - well - man's man in a smoking jacket!
Consequently, The Playboy Mansion has captured the imagination of countless wolves in the decadent years who have aspired to the Playboy lifestyle.
Now you have the chance to experience first hand the mysterious allure that beckons far beyond the presence of captivating, exotic women.
On May 10th, 2008, Bluefish is hosting a pajama party on the lush grounds of the tony estate in Beverly Hills. And you're invited - if you can afford the hefty entrance fee - that is!
The infamous grotto will be transformed into a unique fantasy retreat...offering rest, rejuvenation, fun and lusty entertainment...in what the organizers refer to as - "a vibrantly pleasure-driven environment".
Sign me up, Hef. I need a little - um - R & R!
For those interested in strutting about in the Playboy King's shoes, while savoring each delicious morsel the spoils the Playboy Empire has to offer up, this is the ticket.
Crowning the event a "sleepover-themed paradise", the A-list party-planners have rustled up a scintillating environment replete with - white cozy cabanas, body-painted girls, go-go dancers, and a lit dance floor - all spun into a fantasy dream sequence further enhanced by 3,000 yards of draped fabric and lounging pillows to envelop the sensual romantic-at-heart.
Celebrity DJ Vice will do the honors in the music booth as 1,000 guests – all dressed in their favorite sleepwear - dance into the wee hours of dawn.
Those who prefer to soak in soothing waters will - no doubt - choose to splash about with a pack of seductive revelers in the infamous Grotto for some wet-and-wild flesh-filled fun.
A general admission ticket - which includes transportation to and from the Playboy Mansion - gourmet dinner, open bar, tour of the grounds, and pool & grotto access will run 'yak a whopping $1500.00 a pop. As the demand rises, they may even saunter up to a staggering two thousand bucks a pretty bodacious head.
The big party whales will be springing for the VIP Cabana, no doubt.
After all, the package is such a deal!
VIPS guests trip-the-night fantastic with their own Playmate hostess, free flowing bottles of vodka, open cocktail bar, security guard, seating for a party of ten, and - natch - drive-on access to and from the Playboy Manse.
In addition to the General Admission ticket price of fifteen hundred greenbacks (well, some are of multi-colored hues, these days) the VIP status and cabana will rev up the bill to a princely sum of $7500.
Bluefish notes that if you're inclined to tally the costs, you're not in your league.
In fact, in their recent press release they were quite circumspect about that,
"Bluefish is not a gofer service, an old boy's network or a snobby bunch of party crashing showoffs. Please don't call us to pick up your dry cleaning; that is simply not what we do. Instead, we offer the highest level of personalized travel, transportation and entertainment-related services to corporate executives, celebrities, professional athletes and other discerning individuals interested in living life to its fullest."
In sum, Bluefish imagines themselves the ultimate little black book; a genie in a bottle, where the wishes are not only endless, but come true.
For instance, they'll work on your behalf to secure tough access to A-list events, organize an outlandish once-in-a-lifetime whacky adventure, or line up a private charter flight with luxury accommodations, to boot.
"We have sent clients in a submarine to see the remains of the Titanic, provided exclusive access to the greatest award shows, fashion events, and arranged fighter jet flights over Moscow! It is our uncommon ability to truly make the world accessible to our clients that absolutely sets us apart from the rest."
Now, I just have to win the lotto to indulge!
Hef on the prowl in younger days...
info: www.thebluefish.com