Was I at the CO President's Club? I don't seem to remember much except waking up at the Playboy Mansion surrounded by cooing Bunnies. Then some guy wearing a Continental name tag (Duane) coming into the bedroom and telling me that "we" had to go now.

On the way out the door, the Butler looked at me and smiled broadly. "Last night sir. Very entertaining. That was a classic!" Something about fingerpaints, Mickey Mouse and the Leroy Neiman collection?

I hope I didn't do anything to offend Hef.