After some discussion, we did it anyway. I was game. On the evening of the party, we got to the mansion and drove up the long driveway. In those days, they didn’t have the security that they have today, with the shuttle buses and the checkpoints. The valet took my blue Mercedes off our hands and we joined a line of pajama and lingerie-clad revelers.
I remember walking through the door of Hef’s place, and noticing on the left a painting of Dalí’s melting clocks, one of the series. Hef certainly had taste."
-Coldwater Canyon, Celebrity Avenue, Chapter 19