Intern Inbox: An actual e-mail received by a Playboy Intern.

Being the point-man for hundreds of college representatives, you can only imagine what kind of pictures are in my inbox post-Halloween. Some will make your pupils dilate, others will scar your memory.

Behold:

WHERE THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN?

That's a great question. The truth is that I've been busy as hell, but times have changed. I used to play volleyball for St. John's University, which is crazy time consuming and I actually left the team. Just as I said I was debating in my last post, I ended up signing up for MMA classes.

Intern life has been pretty sweet. It might seem complicated, but I've been given less tasks and an increased amount of responsibility. Things got a bit shaky in the office with the economy taking a nose-dive, but I'm very optimistic with the direction that our department is heading. As reported, there have been a lot of lay-offs within the company, but I truthfully feel like not too much has changed. There has been a lot of attention with drama in the mansion. Although that shouldn't be a problem, it does seem to take some away from the lifestyle/American Dream that Playboy represents.

As I'm getting more involved with the Campus Representatives, I am definitely seeing a whole new caliber of potential for Playboy's on-campus program. Granted, you will always have people who just want a ton of things for themselves and always request to visit the mansion for "educational purposes", but we made a ton of cuts and we are building an army of super marketers.

My latest words of wisdom: One of the hardest things about working, going to school and being involved in activities is trying to remain equally motivated in all of them. I definitely have to work on that.

An Intern's Pick: Playboy's September Issue.

I just finished doing a freakin awesome project for Playboy. I have to keep it somewhat confidential until the premiere, but I promise it is awesome. It is definitely something interesting and entertaining and non-nude content, but pretty damn close (actually, I might be lying...I think there is nude content). So that is the reason for my recent absence...I know I've done that a couple times, but I'm getting better.

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Not going to lie. Sometimes when you are constantly around issues of Playboy, you kind of forget and don't realize how much content is around you that can keep you busy. Every month I flip through the new issue to be able to understand and grasp how things were organized in the issue. Having hundreds and hundreds of different issues in front of me makes it difficult for me to grab one that particularly grabs my attention.

The September Issue: Cover model: Anna Faris. She gets naked in the pictorial, but you cannot see it because she is covered by sheets. It is still hot as hell. She is being featured in the magazine because the movie "House Bunny" was just released. The movie looks pretty funny and Anna definitely has gotten way hotter (and bustier) than her Scary Movie days.

The Old Anna Faris

The New Anna Faris

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My favorite thing about the September Issue: The interview with Dana White is bad ass. Just reading the interview alone got me hooked on the UFC. So much that I have started watching it and his reality show "The Ultimate Fighter". I am even shopping around to possibly take Mixed Martial Arts Classes. I'll let you know how that goes...

Playboy Intern Tasks: Organizing Events for the Big 10

Since 1977, Playboy has been featuring a "Girls Of..." pictorial once each year. This feature has highlighted models from specific sports conferences or party schools. This year, Playboy will be featuring The Girls of the Big 10.Playboy's "Girls Of..." pictorial has actually started with the Girls of the Big 10 when the feature first began. Here we are, 31 years later: same conference...less bush.

From Girls of the Big 10 in the 80s

The College Marketing Department will be traveling to three colleges from the Big 10. I will be assisting the remaining eight campuses in also having successful events.

Week 2: Playboy Playmates vs. Playboy Cybergirls.

Tale of the Tape

Name: Monica Leigh

Age: 26

Measurements: 36C -24 -36

Height: 5'6"

Where you've seen her:

Cyber Girl

Miss March 2006

VS.

Name: Aubrie Lemon

Age: 29

Measurements: 36C-25 - 35

Height: 5'9"

Where you've seen her:

Deal or No Deal

Playboy

Week 1 Results: Playmates vs. Cyber Girls.

As of Wednesday, August 6th, 2008...

The people have spoken:

56% of you would rather "play" with Shannon James

44% of you would rather "play" with Megan Hauserman

Week 1: Playmates vs Cyber Girls.

Let me break something down first and foremost. The Playboy Model Pyramid works like this:

1. Playmates
2. Cyber Girls
3. Special Edition Models

One thing that I have noticed from working some of our events and from conversing with people in general is that sometimes a Cyber Girl or Special Edition model may be known better than the actual Playmate. Playmates are considered the cream of the crop, while Cyber Girls may look just as good, they may not be as photogenic.

Tale of the Tape

Name: Shannon James

Age: 21

Measurements: 34C - 24 - 34

Height: 5'8"

Where you've seen her:

Playboy's March 2005 Issue

Hooters

College Slogans

Your dreams.

VS.

Name: Megan Hauserman

Age: 26

Measurements: 34D-24-36

Height: 5'10"

Where you've seen her:

Beauty and the Geek

Rock of Love 2

I Love Money

Playboy

Rise of Charlie will be on PlayboyU.com: Ask Charlie...

What's up everybody?,

Soooo...
Some pretty cool news:I will be featured on as somewhat of an advisor. The whole concept is for people to let me know any problems or hard choices that they are facing and I will either help them out by making their decision easier.

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Here is a sneak peak of the feature graphic:

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It will be a video feature with an intro performed by Lil' Wayne.

The song will be Weezy's remix (link to hear it)of the old Beatle's hit "Help".

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One thing that I am worried about it how much of a dick I can come across as by being honest.

Let's see if the PlayboyU community can handle it...

Why I'm such a douche...

Why the hell have I not written on this for like a month? I'm not one for excuses, so let us be real. I'm a lazy douche bag.

If I were to use an excuse, I would say I've been really busy or that there hasn't been that many really exciting things going on here. Half of that would be true.

So let me cut the bullshit and post something to let you know what is going on behind the scenes.

I will be more loyal with my posts. Scouts Honor.

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Good news:We already have a sponsor for College Fest. It's a video game called Saint's Row 2, which is pretty much like Grand Theft Auto, but with gangs.

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Bad News: My desk was sabotaged!

A day in the life of an intern: How to stay smiling all day...

First of all, you should already be smiling like crazy...it's summer for crying out loud. Nonetheless, while working, I can tend to just turn into a robot when I have a long task to do. How do I keep myself energized and in a ridiculously happy mental state.

1. I work for Playboy...enough said.
2. Clips like these of course...

One of my co-workers had sent me these 2 videos today and I was nearly in tears (don't worry, they are only 1 minute each):

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News Anchors cracking on a model who busted her ass on the runway:

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Reptile freaks out news anchor:

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Playboy Spring Break Lives On and On and On and On...

Yes, I, Charlie Romano, am back from Playboy Spring Break in Los Cabos. BUTT, (yes, with 2 t's) the good life is living on and on through Playboy.com and the Playboy Channel on YouTube.

Check out some of the videos featuring yours truly:

Me interviewing hot girls on the beach (Questions the answers you really want to know):


Our event at Zoo Bar (Yes, there is footage of me grinding with a Playboy model):


Cranking water balloons at the producer from "Jackass" in Mexico.

Site Re-Design and Expansion!!! Woooo!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages...it is my pleasure to introduce you to a sneak preview of this sites re-design. I have been in the process of revamping the look of the site, the way its organized and I'll have scheduled posts that I'll follow (Every other day or so I will be posting). The new site will have sick links, galleries and new features, BUT until it is up, I'll be sure to post on here more frequently. Without further a due...I present to you a sneak peak of the Rise of Charlie 2.0

Release of my PlayboySpring Break Trailer!!!

Let me kick things off for apologizing for my lack of blogging and inactivity lately. As I check the analytics on the site, I see some of my loyal viewers have still been checking for updates and I've been slacking. Therefore, I think it's apparent that I need to step my game up. As I start to feed you content on what happened at Playboy Spring Break, it would only be necessary to present to you the trailer of our trip...enjoy! =)

Madness!?...This is SPRING BREAAAAAAAAK!!!

May I start by apologizing for my absence for a couple weeks. It wasn't my intention to leave you guys hanging, but I promise to make up for it anyway. Truth is that I have been busy as hell with midterms, work and volleyball. Anyway, it won't happen again because I'm shifting this up my priority list to get it up and cracking.

Moving on...it's March!!!...more importantly...Spring Break!!! I'll be heading to Los Cabos, Mexico with Playboy for their Spring Break Event and I'll be sure to keep you guys posted on any "happenings".

One of the best things about Spring Break is the preparation. While trying to rise at Playboy, I figured I had to do something to make me stand out for the trip. Just like that, "voula!"...the rabbit head haircut was born. Basically, my friends Steve and Justin bought an electric razor and had a field day on my scalp. Apparently, shaving rabbits into my head wasn't enough and they had to throw in a couple pranks here and there. The more notorious of the pranks "3 guys, 1 cup".

Here's a clip featuring the Rabbit Head Haircut:

Happy Hump Day, Rockstars!!!

Today was interestingly random as hell. I usually work for a few hours on Wednesdays and then go straight to class. While in this morning, my plans were to get things together for the Playboy|TNT NBA All-Star Weekend Events. However, while organizing that, I was summoned to a photo shoot for the Playboy Pulse, a monthly mailing that we send out to let people know whats going on in the "Youth World of Playboy". If you are interested in being on that mailing list, be sure to let me know at riseofcharlie@gmail.com. Furthermore, I was handed a Duran Duran Rock the Rabbit T-Shirt and a Playboy guitar (a bad-ass one too!) and they started putting film to use. Lisa K even got in on some of the fun and the winning picture wound up being (drum roll) :
Good times! Note the Playboy Energy by my knee...fuel for the soul, my friends. Besides that, the day went by really fast. I realized that Valentine's Day was creeping up and needed to start to work on a Valentine...shit!

Super Bowl Weekend: Saturday Night (9pm-5am) Lights, Camera, Action!

In the flash of a camera, the stars were out in Arizona. As the party was about to begin, I met up with DJ Reach and gave him a rundown of what expect from a music standpoint (he was fucking awesome and already knew the deal). Within seconds, he was playing some of the sickest songs and mixes that I've ever heard. I danced my way over to the front of the venue, where I would start off my night.

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9pm-11pm
For the first couple hours or so, my task was to collect tickets right next to the red carpet. The A-List celebrities and All-Star athletes just kept flowing in, it was amazing! From Lauren Conrad and Audrina from the Hills, to the cast of Entourage, to Tiki Barber, Amare Stoudemire, Carmelo Anthony and Gabrielle Union, it was just a constant flow of renown celebrities. My server would run out of memory if I had to list all of the celebrities that were there. Before I could even let it sink in, Nick Cannon's manager texted me and it was time for me to escort them down the red carpet. As I walked up to Nick's car, I noticed that Hef and Common had arrived at the same time and were right in front of us at the red carpet.

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11pm-12am
Once I walked Nick to his VIP cabana, I had to run and meet Chris to escort the campus rep bus down the red carpet. We asked two Arizona Campus Representatives, Mike Knudten and Laurie Laird, to fill a coach bus with 50+ legal, sexy college girls and they came through marvelously. The bus was packed out with gorgeous, classy women and as they walked down the red carpet, time froze and everybody watched one guy (me, mother fuckers!) leading a long line of gorgeous girls into the event.

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12am-3am
Right after looking like a serious P.I.M.P., it was non-stop hustling. I was literally sprinting from station to station: handling tickets to re-stocking the gift shop to tending to the DJs then off to their managers to replenishing premiums that models were giving out (See mini-story with Olga below). On top of the craziness, women were grabbing me by the wrist, hot fucking women, locking their eyes on mine and licking/biting their lip, it was bananas. As tempting as it was to stop and make a move, I had a job to do and refused to be distracted. I turned into a social robot and even though it may be too late, I apologize to any socialites that I may have ignored amidst shifting my gears to overdrive.

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Side Journeys: While running tasks throughout the site, I encountered several mini-journeys involving women and celebrities. They were the facets that I would never forget about the party. I listed all the good stuff below, just keep in mind that these took place over several encounters throughout the night.

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• Olga (The Cigar Girl): Warning: If your name is Olga and you were hired to be the cigar girl for Playboy's Super Bowl Event, stop reading and e-mail Charlie at riseofcharlie@gmail immediately. While re-stocking the gift shop, I notice that some guy is giving the cigar girl a really hard time and is rudely snatching cigars after he already had a handful. I make my move to "assess the situation" and as I approach, the guy winds up walking away and leaving the cigar girl overwhelmed. I simply console her for a few seconds and she asks me for a hug, so of course I give it to one. In no time, she is all smiles and I somehow become her "official cigar replenisher" throughout the night (I had to make sure that she always had cigars to give out to the party-goers). When it comes to telling if any girl likes any guy, I'm the man and will know within seconds, BUT you should know that at times (like when the girl is smoking hot) I'm an complete idiot when it comes to myself. Believe me when I say tonight, I was no idiot! The eye contact was there, the whispering in my ear was there(even though I heard her fine regularly), every time that I escorted her anywhere, she locked my hand in hers and squeezed it. Later on, as I escort her to the staff area, she keeps complaining that she lost her lipstick. When we got to her break-room she says "Thank you, babe! I didn't mean to complain so much about my lipstick, all that I have left is the lipstick on my lips". Freaking out that people are going to think I'm missing, I smile and give her a nonchalant "No Worries, buddy!" As I turned away, she says "I should make you wear it and you'll know what I mean". Hint: The only lipstick she has is on her lips and she wants me to wear it. My heart exploded and I teared a little, then I got back to work...without wearing any of Olga's lipstick.

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• Grady Sizemore: While running to the DJ Booth, some guy dropped his drink right next to me. By freak coincidence, my volleyball reflexes kick in and I catch the drink, spider-man style, without spilling a drop. I smile and go to casually hand it back to an applauding Grady Sizemore & Co. He shakes my hand, gives me a hug and demands an introduction. I felt so cool! As I start to walk away, Grady says "I owe you a drink, Charlie!". No time for drinks, so I follow up with a "Next time, man...I promise!" Later in the night, while working the door with Dana, our Event Director, Grady stops me on his way out and gives me a hug, handshake and business card (which I lost within minutes). As he left, Dana turned to me laughing and says "What the hell was that about!?" I just couldn't explain it to her, but that moment was amazing.

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• DJ Booth: While constantly checking in with the DJs, the mobbed area around the DJ Booth kept making my visits take longer than expected. It was crazy and confusing, but totally manageable. Once you get behind that booth there is a million things going on at once. This is what it is like behind the DJ's booth at Playboy's Super Bowl Party:
  As you can see in that quick snippet, shit was confusing! While helping there, Kendra was talking on the mic for a few minutes and I was passing Reach and Nick some towels (they were literally dripping). Kendra bent over to grab her drink and we made sharp eye contact for a good 2-3 seconds and then both turned away. What the hell did that mean? Who the hell knows/cares? Not me! As I was on my way out of the DJ area, Nick Cannon's manager approaches me and tells me how hungry he is and that the server is taking awhile. I make my way to the catering area and find their server only to hear that she can't get to their area because it was way too crowded in his cabana. Rule # 1 in Marketing and Events: When Plan A doesn't work, use Plans B-Z. I took the trays of food and then simply take the trays out of her hands and walk over to deliver them myself. As I got within 20 feet of them, I hear Nick's manager yell "Yeah, Kid!...Charlie, you the shit!" I took that as them being excited for the food. Not only that, but anybody near us with ears thinks I'm the shit.

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  McLovin: While on the way to replenish the goodies at the gift shop, I hear a roar of applause and yells of satisfaction. What the fuck is going o n!? Sure enough, right in the middle of it all was Christopher Mintz-Plasse (a.k.a. - McLovin). Of all of the celebrities and athletes in attendance, it was extremely clear that Hef and McLovin shined more than the other stars at the night's festivities. McLovin was a huge fan favorite and what made it funnier was that nobody knew his real name.
  
  
  
  
  

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  All in all, it is a night that I will never forget. Although I wrote several letters to give to the staff to thank them for including me in this experience, the letters would only be delivered to my trashcan. They would never do, how the hell could I possibly word how grateful I am? It is so hard to explain how grateful I am for such an amazing experience and opportunity. Especially for me, I'm just a 20 year old guy, I'm sure there are tons of people out there that are smarter, better looking, more fit than I am, but for whatever reason...they make me feel like I truly belong on this team and as long as then do, its infinite percent effort on my part.

3am-5am
The rest of the night was cleaning and packing time. We cleaned the venue, packed up everything that had to be shipped back to the office and prepared the shipment to be picked up in a couple days. I would make it back to the hotel at 6am sharp, giving me one full hour to pack my clothes before leaving to go to the airport for my flight back home.

Super Bowl Weekend: Saturday Afternoon (4pm to 9pm)

Shockingly, there wasn't as much traffic as one would think for the day before Super Bowl Sunday. Therefore, we made it back to the conference room surprisingly fast. While loading up the cars, one of our PR (Public Relations) girls, Traci, called and asked us to buy her a few extra supplies. Chris knew of a K-Mart nearby, so it all worked out perfectly.

Once we even made it to the K-Mart parking lot, all of Arizona knew we were from out of town. As if having a mohawk and lines shaved in the side of my head wasn't enough, my loud dumb ass just rolls up blasting music and having a conversation with Chris from across the parking lot.

While in K-Mart, all eyes were on us and it was fucking weird and semi-awkward. It was the kind of looks where you can't tell if they are checking me out or if I had boogers or whatever the hell it was. Trying to get the hell out of there, we grab the supplies and are out! When we go to pay, the cashier was CLEARLY checking us out. She asked us where we worked (even though we had HUGE Playboy passes on our necks). Then asked us if we were French. French!? What the hell is the matter with her!? Haha. She was actually really cute, but we had to power-walk the hell out of there.

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When we got back to the venue, things were clearly taking shape. Check out how crazy of a difference the venue becomes when the production company and decor are put together.

Before:



After:

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All of the staff was together and the Playmates were arriving. There was even a fucking goat somehow; however, human or not, no guest list...no entry.
Before I can even put my bags down, my phone alarm was going off like crazy! I had Nick Cannon and DJ Reach, who were our DJs for the night and make sure that they were on time and everything was running accordingly.
After touching base with them, I got on top of the car service, this way there would be no issues later. (Note: Car services are the demons of the intern world).

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Right after hanging up with them, I morphed into a promo robot and started pumping out tons of promos, from custom printed pillows to custom printed water, into the venue.

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Next thing I knew, it was 8:30. Time to get dressed and add some finishing touches. I went and said whats up to the security and Playmates and then it was onnnnnnnnnnn! It was game time and I wanted the ball!

Super Bowl Weekend: Saturday Morning (9am-4pm)

Last night was semi-lame, but I still had a lot of fun and the rest was much needed. Truth be told, we rested up. We had a 21 hour work-day the next day and knew we’d need our energy (I know it sounds un-Charlie-like, but this is a marathon, not a sprint). The initial plan was to go to a concert where Your Vegas would be opening for the Bravery, we were invited by Kaki and the PR (public relations) girls. I was so excited to follow through with these plans because Kaki and the PR girls are fucking awesome and aside from that Your Vegas kicks ass! (Didn't give much of a shit about the Bravery though). Unfortunately, the plan didn't fall through because we weren't able to make it back to the hotel in time to hitch a ride there (remember how spread out Arizona is).

So, like Pinky and the Brain, our plans to take over the world were haulted and we wound up staying in on Friday night to wind down for the big day. I hardly remember what the hell we talked about, but I remember us freaking out about Pau Gasol being traded to the L.A. Lakers and discussing how our plans went the night before. This was when I first heard about Chris' infamous Roy Williams video.


Anyway, that was yesterday and now it was the morning of the party. Once we woke up and made it to the conference room, everybody was loading up the cars to transport over all of the decor and supplies and Chris and I were going to make a second trip to scoop up whatever was left of it. When we arrived at the venue, it was extremely clear that the production company was on their A-game. For the most part, the venue was empty as far as promo materials and decor, but it was decked out and furnished to a T. In no time, it was easy to see the vision of how things would look once they were done with the promos and decor.

While getting my things together with Chris to run out and grab the second load of supplies, I came across a curtain that was full of people who were already working hard. You can only imagine what was behind curtain # 1. . .Dude, I know.

In those few seconds I swore to hate any lucky men that were behind those curtains, until Mark Frazier, the infamous body painter, came out from behind the curtain. We talked for a few minutes and aside from having the coolest job ever, he ranks in the top 5 coolest people I have ever met. Still, just watching him work made me buy Crayola paint once I got home.

The clock was ticking, the press was getting their film together and you could feel it in the air that tonight was going to be one to remember for years to come. I grabbed the keys and Chris and I head out to scoop up the rest of the supplies from the conference room.

Superbowl Weekend: Friday

After a great night, it was easy to wake up smiling ear to ear. Chris and I headed to the lobby and woofed down some homemade waffles. After breakfast we did a few tasks at the venue and it was time for me to head to the airport to pick up the girls. Lucky for you, I recorded the beginning of that venture.

When I made it to the airport, I text Kimberly Holland and let her know that I am at her baggage claim area. After not hearing from her for a bit, I text Lindsey Vuolo because she was supposed to arrive on the flight after Kimberly.

I meet up with Lindsey and we talk for a little and catch up (Last time I saw her was at the Cuervo Playboy Party...Remember?). After catching up for a bit, we talk about how her flight was and what she's been up to. Eventually, we realize that it's taking really long for Kimberly to get back to me and Lindsey was also trying to reach her for awhile, so they could meet up at the airport. We decide to drive over to Kimberly's baggage area anyway and hope that she's there. The entire ride there, Lindsey is telling me how hungry she is and she was starving. Right away I imagined Lindsey turning into some ferocious cranky beast that wanted some damn food! This caused me to drive faster and sprint to Kimberly's baggage area.

How the hell am I supposed to pick up somebody that I have never seen before? As usual, I turned to the Great Chris Duncan and asked him what Kimberly looked like and would be told she was "blonde, has a big chest, short". I immediately found what I was looking for and asked her how her flight was and how she's feeling. We would talk for about ten minutes until Kimberly texts me and I would find out that there were two short, blonde, big chested women on that flight.

After meeting with Kimberly, whose flight was late, we wait for her bags for a good half hour and realize that it never made it on her plane. The entire time we waited, she was explaining to me how she has the worst luck with planes and the shoes she went through hell to make to match her bunny costume were in that bag. To get a bunny costume is a huge privilege in Playmate land and Kimberly felt like she fucked it up. While trying to brush off Lindsey's "hurry up, I'm hungry" text messages, I try to cheer up Kimberly and we go try to find some answers about her bag. At this point she is trying really hard not to cry and I wind up feeling really bad for her. She was so honest and such a sweet girl, on top of that she had the sincerity that most attractive girls lack. We would wind up getting the tracking information and finding out that the bag would arrive later that night.

We finally make it out of the airport and into possibly the craziest traffic I've ever seen. Knowing we were going to be in the car for hours, we let the interesting conversations begin! Kimberly told me she came from Utah and based on a past trip there, right away I thought she was Mormon. You can imagine what was going through my head, but I would later find out that her flight only had a stop in Utah and she was actually from Florida. Awesome!!!

While stuck in traffic, I was getting continuous calls from the Event Directors and Event Specialists asking if I was alright and how much longer I would be. I would be about 3 hours. It was annoying enough that Arizona is extremely spread out, but on top of that there was crazy traffic from everybody in town for the Super Bowl. We make it back to the hotel and I head to the girls rooms to help them carry their bags. They were really happy to be in their room and offered to take me out to eat. Unfortunately, I had to decline and make it back to the venue ASAP to help out with anything that I could.

My last task for the day was to drop off the Playmates, then grab the Step and Repeat (a backdrop for the Red Carpet) and drive that back to the venue.

My entire work day, I was trapped in a car. Was it bad? Being stuck with Playmates? Ummm, What the hell do you think!? It was awesome. Juicy conversations and radio karaoke to the fullest.

Superbowl Weekend: Thursday Night.

Okay, so set-up wasn’t too crazy, but it was awesome to get a look and feel at how things are and I always love to imagine a party before, during and after anyway. Today mostly consisted of shopping around for supplies and preparing to drive over all of the décor and other materials.

Being drained from waking up at 4am to make my flight, my intentions were to pass out and recharge my batteries for work the next day. Once I get back to our hotel room, Chris lets me know that he’ll be heading to the Madden Bowl.

Before I can even put my bags down, Chris yells for me to get dressed and lets me know that I’m going to a concert with Kaki and 3 of the Playmates. Works for me!!! Kaki, our Event’s Specialist, hits me up on my cell and tells me to meet her at the lobby. I ran my ass over there and was greeted by Shannon James, Hiromi Oshima, and Deanna Brooks. Seconds later, our Ad-Sales Rockstar, Ron, hands me over a VIP Pass to the VH1 Super Bowl Bash. Fucking Righteous!

It took awhile to get there, but the open bar, amazing food and performances by Maroon 5, Mary J Blige and Ne-Yo was well worth it.

It was an amazing experience and was really larger than life, I was about to be entirely grateful and be cheesy and bask in it, but then Hiromi grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me over to a mountain of desserts and we were laughing and having a blast. While dancing with Hiromi and Deanna, again I was about to take a breath and thank God for this amazing opportunity, then Shannon wiped frosting on my face. Lesson learned: Fuck being grateful, enjoy the good times to the fullest, they are memories that cannot be bought, borrowed or stolen…they can only be made and it’s up to you to make the most of it!..and believe me when I say we did! Shannon, Hiromi and Deanna were all fucking awesome!!! Let the good times roll!!!

After an amazing time at the concert, we get invited to a party hosted by Diddy at Axis/Radius.

We were on the way there until we realized that Deanna had to be camera ready by 5am (it was now 2am). On top of that, I remember that tomorrow I have to pick up Playmates Lindsey Vuolo and Kimberly Holland at the airport.

We call it a night and head back to the hotel. Check back in with you guys tomorrow!!!

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!