|I think the guy in the middle was from Playboy|
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The invite arrived in my email and I almost deleted it without opening as I didn't recognize the name of the sender, but I'm glad I kept it -- because it was my opportunity to attend the Jaguar and Playboy party at Pebble Beach.
It only took me 30 seconds to rearrange my schedule and call them up with my "Yes, yes, yes, yes!!! I'll be there. What do I wear?" response.
So how did I score this amazing invite? By fluke really (and maybe good karma).
Earlier this year, I had bought an expensive luxury car tour through World Class Drivers that I didn't get to go on as the person I bought it for decided to go with someone else. But because I spent so much money on this gift, I'm on the World Class Drivers VIP list. Bonus.
I admit, that while I would have loved to drive a Bentley and Lamborghini for a day, hanging out at a Playboy party is a one-of-kind experience that I would never be able to duplicate. So totally worth it.
HANGING WITH THE BUNNIES
As mentioned, the party wasn't at the Playboy mansion. Instead, it was at this gorgeous house overlooking the water at Pebble Beach, and it was incredible.
Imagine 500 well-dressed people, amazing cars, celebrities like Adrien Brody, Christina Hendericks and Wyclef Jean, and a bunch of Playboy bunnies dressed up in scrimpy black bunny costumes and white tails.
|Me with the Playboy Bunnies at the Jaguar VIP party|
As I walked up the steps to the outside patio, I was handed a glass of champagne and from there the night was magic. The food was great, the music was wonderful and the people were friendly and fun to talk to. I even made a couple new girlfriends who will be me calling the next time they are in Phoenix.
Naturally, I had to get my photo taken with the Playboy girls....and with the star attraction: the Jaguar XJL
THE JAGUAR XJL ULTIMATE
|That's my champagne on the tray - LOL|
The XJL Ultimate is a special edition Jaguar. Only 30 will be sold in the US, all finished in Black Amethyst.
No, I didn't sign up and buy one, but I did get up close and personal. I sat in it and touched everything. My fingerprints are on the steering wheel, the radio controls, the sunroof, and the champagne chiller in the back seat -- yes, there really was one.
And here's a tip...if you ever want to be mistaken for someone famous, come to a party dressed to kill, sit in an expensive car and have someone take your photo. Apparently, people thought I was some Hollywood actress because I had done this. In fact, a bunch of other people also took my photo. Too funny.
The party was fantastic, but just like Cinderella's coach turning into a pumpkin, my night ended with my jaguar turning back into a Honda.
PS: I do love my Honda. It's suffered through cross country trips, extreme heat, icy snow storms while going over the mountains and accidental off-roading experiences. It's the little car that could, but the jag was nice. Really nice.