This Isn't My Life!

by Luckbox

(Editor's Note: I wouldn't have been at the Playboy Mansion if not for the generous invite from the Urban Health Institute. Click on over and see what they're about!)

Is this really how Otis lives? If so, I guess there are more reasons to hate him than the fact he has a gorgeous wife and cutest little boy in Greenville.

Apparently, Otis gets to travel the world rubbing elbows with the rich, famous and gorgeous. For just one night, I got to be Otis.

And let me tell you... it's pretty damn good!

The Arrival

There was about five minutes that our dream night wasn't going to happen. Someone holding a clipboard decided that maybe four of us could get on the magic shuttle to the Playboy Mansion. She was holding a clipboard, I was understandably worried.

Then joy arrived. Well, to be more exact, Joy. She was Jason's contact.

When she said, "So who told you you couldn't go?" I knew we were gold. Two minutes later we were packed on a shuttle and headed to what many consider paradise. We being Jason, BG, Bobby, Joe Speaker, Dr. Pauly and Chad.

AlCantHang would show up later. In a limo. With the runner up from last year's WSOP Main Event. That's just how he rolls. Don't question it.

When the gate opened, it became real. When we saw the red carpet, it became surreal. When we arrived at the grotto, I wasn't sure what the night would entail. I only knew that of the 25 people currently milling around, eight of them were poker bloggers. We rule.

Mission Possible

We immediately hit the bar. Frankly, I need alcohol to make it through this night. You'll very rarely hear me say that, but this was one of those nights. At this point I was wishing I had more than one beer at the hotel, after all Steve Dannenmann was buying. Perhaps I'll tell that story at some point. Kent was introducing Andrew Jackson to the bartender. They would all soon be friends.

After a few drinks and a few appetizers (I had one small piece of chicken) we began to realize just how stupid we were for leaving our cameras in the car. I'm not sure at this point why we convinced ourselves to do that, but Bobby B and I were on a quest to fix it.

The Plan:

1. Get on a shuttle headed away from paradise (what the hell are we thinking?).
2. Get off the shuttle and make our way to the car to retrieve the cameras.
3. Get back on the shuttle and back into the mansion.

It's a terrible plan. Terrible.

And it ended with three cameras and a converstation with Shannon Elizabeth.

Did I say we rock?

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