Youuuu!!! Superbowl that Hooooooo!!!!

What a day, what a day, what a day. As you now know, I work with the event staff at Playboy Enterprises and today was my first day in Arizona to get ready for the big hoorah. Holy crap! I left my house at about 4:30am and the airport was so ridiculously packed for the big weekend. Once I got to Arizona, reporters were all over the place asking everybody questions about making a trip to AZ for Super Bowl. On my way to the baggage claim, I saw Dennis Rodman and Peyton Manning...crazy!!!

As we set up for the venue, I'm starting to see it all come together. Wish you could be here!!! No worries though, after a couple reads about this weekend, you'll feel like you were here with us!

Road Trip (Day 2 of 2): West Virginia. Motown!!!!

After a random and crazy night, while getting my feelings hurt in the process, I knew that Day 2 can only get better...and it did.

I wake up to a text at 8:30 A.M. from Adam. Some way, some how, he was already stoned and drunk as hell...so I tell him that I will meet up with him once I get myself together. I get my things together and thank my friend for letting me sleep on her floor (dude, I know) and go check in a hotel downtown to have as a base while I'm there. I tried calling and texting that girl that I went there for, but to no surprise there was no answer. I eventually get my shit together and I'm off to Adam's.

Once I walk in the door to Adam's, I see Pat White, West Virginia's star quarterback, on his way out and say what's up to him (he somehow knew me already...maybe I met him the day before, I don't even remember). After talking to Pat, "the girl" was sitting down in Adam's kitchen with one of her friends. It wasn't that awkward because I forced her out of my head, for the most part. Within 1 hour, between Adam and myself, 1 bottle of Vodka, 16 beers, and 3 cans of Rockstar energy had been consumed. On top of that, we probably burned more trees than forest fires. It really isn't my thing to smoke, but "when in Rome..."

After that Adam made sure everybody left and we headed to some random apartment with 5 of the coolest girls in all of Motown living there. These girls were awesome and were watching the Giants vs. Packers game with their Giants' jerseys on. They were cool, funny, and all really attractive. It reminded me that sometimes a girl/guy whoever can get you down and you forget how many other billions there are out there. Somehow, the next thing I remember was waking up on Adam's sofa to the sound of Lil Wayne.


The house was full of athletes from West Virginia University and there was a shit load of food. Therefore, we all ate, drank, smoked and were merry as can be.


Next thing I knew, I was on a plane hitting on some 70+ year old woman next to me for the hell of it.

This trip was the perfect escape and getaway for me. However, I don't know if it was my scene. I live life in the fast lane and am always busy. If I am not busy, I am itching to go somewhere and do something worth remembering.

The Consensus (Should you go?): It's a toss-up. If you like to sit around and chill, while smoking, drinking and letting life's worries roll of your shoulders...than yes!, go for it. It was just hard for me because of me letting my guard down and letting that girl get in my head, plus as much as I love "chillin" and winding down, I just can't do it for 48 hours straight.

Apologies: This trip, I really was out of character. I promise you that I will be back on my A-game and taking you with me to the life in the limelight from this point on. Let's turn things up a few notches and shift the gear to over-drive.

From this point forward, I will be a cross dresser. I will be wearing women's heels on my shoulders and I will be having french manicure's on my back. (Think about it).

Road Trip (Day 1 of 2): West Virginia. Motown Never Saw It Coming!!!

One thing that you should know about me is that I don't think too much before I get myself into things. I can handle myself pretty well and I figure that if I ever run into trouble, I'll be able to wing it and will somehow find a way to make lemonade out of lemons.

It's all because of those damn Patriots. We had a viewing party for the Patriots vs. the Giants in week 17 of the NFL. Luckily, I got to work this event and was able to invite some Campus Reps.



One of our good reps, who I've also become friends with through the program, wound up sending over four friends of his...by friends, I mean girls...by girls, I mean pretty hot girls. Long story short, I wind up becoming pretty decent friends with them after the event and was talking to one for a few weeks.

Then it happened...my dumb ass decides to go up there. The reason: "Fuck it!, I don't have any special plans for that weekend anyway". I wind up making my 16 year old cousin, yes, he is 16...no, it was not legal (so what?)...pick me up and drop me off at the airport.

Once I land, I realize that this place is nothing like New York. Some guy was walking right in the middle of a hallway that could easily fit three people and was walking slow as hell. I was planning to kick him right in the fucking chest and scream "This is Sparta!", but I refrained.

After that, a friend who I met through PlayboyU came to pick me up and drive me to her place near the West Virginia University Campus. From there, "the girl" picked me up and gave me a grand tour of practically the whole state and then we hung out at her place with her roomie for a bit. Things seemed a little off, but whatever.

Within a couple hours, I get "the call". What the fuck is "the call?" The question shouldn't be what, but who? You're answer: Adam Gibson. President, CEO of The Rubber U. I met him through the Playboy rep program (he's the guy who sent the girls to the event) and the guy always talks like he is big shit, so it was time to see if he would rise to the occasion.

Turns out...he was West Virginia's version of Van Wilder. (He even had the cool Indian wingman/assistant.)

He is so laid back, that even the most stressful and urgent issues will seem like bullshit. As much of a great strength that can be, I also fear that it could bring a massive downfall...but believe me when I say there will be no downfall soon.

His pad had everything from the built in the wall fish-tank, to a bowling lane in his living room that he had custom made for when playing Nintendo Wii, to a well stocked bar.

My West Virginia Diet consisted of Cannibus, Corona Light (trying to stay fit for Spring Break), many versions of take-out food.
The Rules to Dining with Adam Gibson:
1. Order whatever you want from his 100 take-out menus.
2. When the delivery man arrives, pour him a shot and hand him a beer.
3. Enjoy the food and bask in the glory of not having to cook.
Note: For this purpose, Adam's refrigerator/freezer consists of beer, alcohol and rockstar energy drink.

The plans for the night were to have a bunch of people over at Adam's place to watch the Roy Jones Jr. vs. Felix Trinidad. As we were setting up for the fiesta, a few friends came by and were helping us out. To my surprise, once I mentioned "the girl" that I have been talking to, I start to hear about the guys she's been with and this and that and it pretty much brought my spirits down a little bit. This is where shit gets crazy. So, to clear my head from the not-so-good thoughts of some girl I liked, I just left and wandered around trying to make new friends in West Virginia. While wandering around, I get approached by four random ass strangers who ask me if I want to go to Dodger's. What an awesome name for a bar, fuck it...let's go!!! After driving for nearly an hour, I call the girl who picked me up from the airport and tell her I'm going to Dodger's. Turns out, the place was a county jail. Not fun!!! I wind up finding my way back to West Virginia and pass out on my friends floor. Completely NOT how I wanted my first day/night there to be. You live, you learn.

...And so it begins.

Sometimes, you need to start at the bottom and work your way to the top. Just remember to be nice to those you meet on the way up, you'll be seeing the same people on the way down. This is the story, as I live it, of "the intern" at Playboy Enterprises Inc. In under 5 months, I've hung out with Playmates, Cybergirls, partied with Kim Kardashian, met Jay-Z, shared a stage with the Shop Boyz and Fabolous and had plenty more exciting escapades.

A little background: I was pretty much the nice kid in class that everybody picked on because he got his haircut too late and wore his older siblings "hand me downs" (I have an older fucking sister...you can only imagine). The beginning of high-school, I thought I was a freestyle rapper and dressed like an idiot. Then my junior year of high school, I joined a ton of activities + sports at school and revamped my entire appearance. I got the attention of some girls, but still wanted to force myself to be more outgoing and did various "experiments" to learn to be just that. Soooo, somehow along the way everytime that my name came up, so did the word charisma. Therefore, if you'd need one word to describe me...that might be it.

How'd it start? After accidently landing on PlayboyU.com, I became an active member on the site and little by little starting moving up. I went from a member of the site, to a Playboy On-Campus Rep, to a Playboy Radio guest, to a PlayboyU intern, to an in-office intern for both the College Marketing Department and the Events Department for Playboy Enterprises Inc. At 20 years old, I'm living the dream and as long as you read this blog, you'll be living it too. The good days, the bad, the spotlight, the shadows. It will all be reported over here and as I serve it all to you truthfully, I ask that you enjoy the ride.

How can you do it? Everybody says its not who you know, its what you know. I think that its more about what people say about you. Therefore, be sure to work hard and be as charismatic as you can along the way. Times will come when you get pressure or the spotlight thrown your way. When that happens, be sure to shine and thank me right after, haha.

What's coming up? The Superbowl party that we have been working our asses off for is next weekend. After that, all gears shift toward Playboy Spring Break in Cabo. I'll be getting ready for this fiasco and will be sure to document everything on how I'm getting ready for what will probably be the craziest time in my life.

Why should you give a shit? Why not? A lot of us think big when we are young and really don't to much to make it happen. Let this blog be some motivation for that. If it's not, I promise to at least entertain you, while being entirely open and honest. Fasten your seatbelts, this is going to go 0-60 way faster than you think.

Let the good times roll!!!