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Hef's 81st birthday

Time for a good story Mizfits. It all started Thursday night when my friend, Josh Henderson, called and told me to meet up at Teddy's(LA hot spot). The text actually read "hey we're going to Teddy's to meet up with Paris and friends wanna come?" I instantly wrote back "yeah but I have a date with Brittany first. We're gonna shave our heads." thinking he was messing with me. He wasn't because when I walked to the back of Teddy's and everyone was hanging out. Within 20 minutes I found myself in a conversation with everyone's favorite tabloid girl, Paris Hilton. I've met Paris a couple of times but never really had a conversation mostly hi and bye. This time our conversation was different because I was in a group where we were among mutual friends. So I actually got a small feel for her personality (yes, she actually has one). I was shocked as well. While doing the small talk I asked if she wanted to come hiking up Runyon Canyon with us the next day and she implied that she'd done Runyon once before and papparrazzi followed her the entire time which was really embarrassing (I can so relate...ha). Instantly, I thought whatever papparrazi can't be that bad. I thought this until the next day when we all met up at Perk. While walking to the club Pictures were being taken from every angle, it was insane. The samething happened when we were leaving except the number of photographers doubled and they were all over the car we were crammed in trying to get a good shot. (I think they got a bunch with an in n out burger in my mouth)

Saturday, my boy Josh called me up and said dude we are going to Las Vegas. I said "give me a reason why we should go to Vegas." So he said not only were we going to Vegas but we had a private jet taking us and we were staying in an amazing suite. The only thing stopping me was I had a charity event that day and I'm not the type of person to just cancel. So instead of taking the private jet I went to the event and got on a later commercial flight with the commom folks. I arrived around 10PM and went to the playboy hotel (where we were staying). As I walked into the suite I thought this is bigger than the house I grew up in and a million times nicer. It had a jacuzzi as big as a pool over looking the entire Vegas strip, a gym, shauna, 3 bedrooms, a bar, fireplace, waterfall, I could go on. It was the nicest hotel room I've ever stayed in. Their was 7 of us and we had complete VIP treatment including 3 security guards walking us through the hotel, security entrances and exits into clubs, and tables at every club we wanted to go in.

I never knew how popular Paris really was. I mean I always knew she was big but if you could have seen the scene the entire night. Pictures were being taken everywhere by everyone. If this girl didn't have security I don't know how she could manage everyday life. It's that bad. At one point I actually felt sorry for her. Not for getting VIP treatment but when does this girl get privacy. And yes, this is coming from the guy that's written blogs making fun of her. But witnessing everything first hand and hanging out with her I don't know how she does it. Yeah she eats it up but I imagine there's time she wants privacy and I can guarantee she doesn't get it. There's just too many people.

After security took us through the crowd of people in the lobby of the hotel we arrived at the Playboy club where Hef was starting his birthday celebration after saying hi we went to our table which was next to him. Who do I see as soon as I sit down. 2006 Playmate of the Year Kara Monaco and Playmate Sara. Both looking absolutely stunning. I talked with them for a bit(yeah I'm kind of a big deal). Almost as soon as we sat down we were already up and moving upstairs to Moon (playboy hotel club). The security walked us straight to our table which had 3 security guards and ropes blocking people from our table. It was kinda embarrassing being at the table because people weren't dancing on the dance floor they were starring at our table taking pictures. Hef's table was behind us and he was partying like he was 21 again. I hope I have an amazing party when I'm 81. Hell David Hasselhoff even showed up. I used to watch baywatch all the time I was a huge Ericka Elidiak fan. I asked David for a picture and he looked at me and walked away. All my friends saw that and were like "Don't Hassel the Hoff." About an hour later I found myself standing next to David again while Hef was blowing out his candles to his cake. (yeah I was right there for it and he blew them out all by himself I was quite impressed I thought for sure dentures would fly out or something) My friends said dude you gotta ask Mitch Bucannan (baywatch mizfits) for a picture again so I did and he was really cool and gave me the shot. So if The Hoff doesn't do it the first time just Hassel him once more and you'll get your pic. HA... Hef left after that I know this because he took all his playmates with him (ever heard of sharing Hef). You know you're the man when you hang out with the hottest girls and take a private jet out of vegas at 2am to go home on your 81st birthday.

We went to Body English (Hard Rock's club)next to meet up with Nikki Hilton and her friends. This place was crazy as well. I found myself at one point singing Paris's song "stars are blind." How gay is that? Not saying there's anything wrong with that. We probably spent about an hour here before we found ourselves in a hotel room in the Hard Rock that felt like a circus. I thought I was seeing things, hell I was pretty drunk. There were monkeys, grandpa Munster (yes from The Munsters dressed up), a stripper pole which I broke (oops!). Craziness all around. After running the pool table killing everyone in site and yes I was seeing triple by this point we took the limo back to the Sky suite at the Playboy Hotel and continued to party it up. I was doing cannonballs in the jacuzzi. I think I called every hot girl I've ever talked to as well. Mizfits why do we drunken dial? Why is it when we are hammered we think it's okay to call girls and think we are actually making sense of what we are saying and confess every feeling we ever had for them? Well I'm one of those people. And I woke up the next day with 10 messages saying someone was wasted last night.

However the night wasn't over yet because Paris ordered room service. I'm not talking regular room service either I'm talking everything unhealthy on the menu: mac n cheese, pizza, chicken tenders, nachos, the best things to eat when you're smashed not to mention 3 bottles of alcohol and bottles of beer on ice. You can't beat service like this. At 10AM I found myself to be the only one still up and still eating (yeah I'm a fat ass). I have a motto that you never sleep in Vegas and I didn't. At 1PM I finally ended up sleeping not in Vegas but on the way home.

All in all I had one of the most amazing nights ever and I didn't even get laid. It was the experience of having everything first class in Vegas. Paris is such a cool girl. I said it and those that have read my site and blogs know I make fun of her every chance I get. However, I learned don't judge a book by it's cover. This girl went above and beyond to make sure everyone had a good time. Hell, I barely knew her but since I was with the group she made sure we were all taken care of. Tabloids really made me have a warped perception of her but as I got to know her she is the sweetest girl. Until next time Mizfits be good. Be bad. Be MIZ... Hoo Rah!!!