Bunny Tales: Behind Closed Doors at the Playboy Mansion
Izabella St. James
While the E! reality show, The Girls Next Door, has been a ratings hit, each of the three Playboy Bunnies in the series has since left the Mansion in newsworthy ways: one is engaged to a football player, and Hugh’s “main” Girlfriend has finally understood that there would be no fairy-tale marriage and family with the man she literally transformed her life for. Izabella was there to witness how each of these relationships formed, where each Girlfriend fell in the pecking—and bed—order, and when, exactly, the fabled life turned shabby and cheap.
From catfights to sneaking in boyfriends, from high-profile guests in the Grotto to the bizarre rituals of the octogenarian at the center of the sexual revolution, Bunny Tales is compulsively readable and endlessly entertaining!
It was determined that for some reason he thought he was flying at a higher altitude than he really was and he crashed into a mountainside just a few miles from the airport. I spent the night crying, and when morning came, I went right back to Kitchener for the funeral. As much as I was hurting, I knew his family was hurting more. I wrote a poem about Keith, for his family and for myself, and I bought some flowers and spent some time with his family the night before the funeral. I went back to
person in the city who has a private permit for a fireworks show, and it is always fantastic. The presentation starts off with a story about independence, followed by a salute to all of the branches of the military, and finally the fireworks start while beautiful patriotic songs are played in the background. It’s all very touching; it makes you reflect on what this country stands for, and for someone who wasn’t born here, like me, it fills me up with respect, admiration for America’s beginnings,
window to chat. “Can you keep it down please?” I muttered, sticking my head out the window. At 10 a.m., the office staff was in and the daily noise began. Holly apparently slept well because she came to Mary’s office, her dog Harlow having barked all the way down the hall. I gave up. I woke up and ordered my usual breakfast, and by the time I got it, my over-greased English muffin was hard and as tasty as cardboard. The phone rang. “Dude, I am going to kick that stupid dog when I see it!” Emma
was no buffer. There was no one else to pick on, talk about, or mutually dislike. The battle lines had been drawn, and it was just a matter of time before something big occurred. At the beginning of the year I gave myself until the two-year mark, May 2004, to leave the Mansion. The last few months were just a matter of getting by, so I stayed neutral. While the hatred between Holly and Emma grew, I stayed out of it. I maintained a good relationship with Holly and stayed friends with Emma and
the parties. The first invitation to a party arrived for New Year’s Eve. I spent Christmas in Canada and was unable to attend the party. And why would I go without a date? Since I was Hef’s ex-Girlfriend, I thought it was time that I be allowed to bring a date, Justin, with me; I thought I had earned that right. I spoke to Emma, and she told me she had not been invited to any of the parties. She also told me that when her son went to play with Hef’s kids (they had become friends during the time