Cape Town Playboy Playmate launch party

You know you had a rocking party over the weekend when your Monday morning inbox is overflowing with messages that run along the lines of ‘Hey girl! How about that wild night, eh? Can’t believe I ended up doing <TOTALLY UNPRINTABLE ANTIC GOES HERE…> Those pics we took were totally awesome, but please, PLEASE don’t post them up your blog! My respectable marriage/life/v. public media career would be, like, totally dunzo…
Jaaa Mr. X... as promised, I'm only posting this one 'cos my hair looks frikken awesome. Now when are you buying me lunch? ;-P

Because I’ve now wrangled bribes from half of Cape Town’s media elite am a nice, young lass, I’m not really able to show you all of what went down, but can tell you to trust me when I tell you that Karis Piss and I had a super-fun time at the Playboy Playmate launch party that took place at the Fez Vaudeville night club.

Upon entrance, we were greeted by a host of regte egte bunny girls…

Hello boys!

…and were escorted up to the VIP section where more hot chicas plied us with a new caramel-flavoured shot they were promoting. Must say, it was a bit too sweet for me to drink it sommer so – it tasted more like something I’d pour over pancakes than down my throat, but after we’d klapped the complimentary vino, it went down like cooldrink. (Still, I’d be v. keen to whirl it into a bit of ice cream. Reckon it’ll make for the most decadent caramel-flavoured dom pedro…)

Anyhoo, this was the first time I’d been to the new-ish Fez. Was impressed by how big the place is. Seriously. You could park a bloody boeing on the main dance floor. Still, we spent most our time holed up in the VIP room as they were serving delish canapes like these yummy mini biltong salads…

Num!

And look how cute the waiters’ tees where…

Bunny Chow... ha!

The best canape on offer, however, was a droolicious stukkie of lamb nestling on a pesto mousse-bedecked crostini. Was so good, in fact, that every time a member of our groepie spotted it making it’s way through the crowd, they’d shriek ‘LAMB ALERT’ so the rest of us could descend upon the tray like a pack of hungry, rabid wolves (with rilly, rilly good hair…)

Peeps-wise, K and I spent most of our time with local actors Lee-Anne Summers and Bjorn Steinbach. The two will be appearing in a play called the Mercy Seat that should open mid July at Grooteschuur High’s Nassau Theatre.

Lee-Anne and fellow socialista/blogger Clayton Morar
KP and Bjorn 'Lamb Spotter' Steinbach

Oooh, and all this talk of lammetijies just reminded me… how much do you LOVE the shearling booties Lee-Anne was rocking? Just had to snap a piccie to show you…

They're Burberry, dah-ling...

After getting our fill of canapes, we made our way to the balcony to take in the party that was going on beneath us. By now, the dance floor was starting to fill up and a seriously hot DJ dude was ripping up the decks. (Lee-Anne says she knows most of the DJ’s on the scene, but had no idea who was playing. He was a total hottie though and we decided he looked like an ultra-zexy version of House’s Huge Laurie… Tried in vain to take a shot but the place was seriyasly smokey…

See, what I mean?

Other interesting folk on the scene included Bheki Dlada, the choccie contingent of local band Ice Cream and the Chocolate Stix…

Moi and Seksi Bheks

Bheks is mates with my little sis, Mandy, so we had a nice, li’l skinner session about her behind her back. (Love you Mands!)

Tammy-Ann Fortuin was also out and about, sitting pretty in a cutesy set of bunny ears…

Tammy Ann Fortuin
Ag soet man...

And on that topic… get a load of this month’s Playboy covergirl Tshego Seakgoe…

Gorgeous, right?

You can’t really see it in this pic, but girl has a seriously rocking bod; I could totally fit both my hands around her waist! This is her on the cover, but honestly, she’s ten zillion times more striking in real life:

How'd HUGH like me now?

April cover star Tracy McGregor was also there, but every time  I caught a glimpse of her, she was all the way over on the ooooother side of the room. It was also much later into the night and all those caramel shots started to kick in. Evidently…

Bjorn's killer abs. You're welcome...

It wasn’t long before KP and I ended up doing our semi-lesbo attention-seeking slet dance carefully-choreographed signature moves up against anything we could find. Think walls… poles… Relax With Dax… and this person…

Fiesta... Lambada...

Lee-Anne also made a new friend…

The girls get cosy with Pan, the God of Tequila...

Eventually, I got to the stage where I blacked out in the laps of boys I know that are too nice to molest me while I snooze and ended up being semi-carried home by the ever responsible Dax. But not before I tripped down a set of stairs and added yet two more bruises to my zexy collection. Vok.

Thank you snoekie!

It was worth it though… the Playboy party gets two lipgloss-y thumbs up.

Thanks to all the lovely chicas from Marcus Brewster PR, you threw a bash to remember.

Love, love

Leigh

X x x

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