Playboy Mansion - Germany Style

Yes, you heard that correctly. We partied it up Saturday night as if we were cool enough to actually have been invited to a Playboy Mansion party - only, we're not nearly that cool. Instead, one of our friends hosted the shin-dig at his pad downtownl, complete with a velvet rope, bouncer, oodles of liquor (mmmm, Mojitos...), and all the Playboy reality T.V. that we could stand (not exactly enthralling, but set the mood...I guess). Of course you can't go to a Playboy party in just any ol' garb - being lame and not participating in letting it all hang out wouldn't have gotten us past the tux-adorned guy at the door. And, really, how often do you get to run around half-nekkid without getting scoffed at by passersby? It was a kick-ass par-tay and I was living proof yesterday that you really can still feel the effects of countless Mojitos (and whatever else I managed to get my little hands on...) 12 hours later. Still, totally worth it. :)

I have a hot hubby. And a penis on my straw.

Now those are 2 bad-ass bunnies

I really have no idea who these chicks are...

And it was one helluva turn out

Our hostess with the mostest. Well, host actually...but you know what I mean...

Bewbies, bewbies everywhere

Good times. :)