If you've been reading Nerve for the last year or four, you know I've been carefully watching the fall of Playboy Enterprises and chronicling its every desperate gasp, often with, I admit, unrestrained glee. But the collapse of Hugh Hefner's great empire is nothing to celebrate -- we'll all miss out on an institution that broke the "nudity barrier," lasted countless generations, and gave us great issues month after month, with high-quality journalism and fiction writing... oh, and knockers. Lots of knockers.
Now, Hefner is up to something that has me scratching my head once again. He's slipping ten "Golden Tickets," a la Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, into this month's Playboy. Each ticket entitles the bearer and a guest to something called "The Midsummer Night's Dream Party" at the Playboy Mansion. This includes a hotel stay and round-trip transportation, although you'll probably end up spending the night so as not to miss the orgy.
The party and "Golden Tickets" represent a rare chance for the average schmo to go hang out inside the Mansion, the subject of billions of rumors, movies, news stories and STDs. Based on a 200,000 copy print run, your chances are 1 in 20,000 of getting in.