You’re Not Invited

The background music is what I imagined it would be.

Despite my hetero views, I’m more jealous of the leg room they got.

Same aesthetic as James Bond but instead of Sean C they’ve got the biggest dweeb in the world.

And profiterolles? How ultra fucking sophisticated.

“what about the contemporary audience? Did they drool as intended?

As I recall (and I don’t recall a lot), the answer was generational in 1969. As a junior in high school, the naked hippie girls at Woodstock were more exciting, relevant and seemingly attainable than Hef’s Bunnies and “materialistic” lifestyle. They weren’t, but it seemed that way at the time. At least to this ambassador from 1969.

I watched it but all I could see was big hair

I like those white boots on chickie in the back and like Manchu I’m mesmerized by the amount of leg room.

Where’s our ex-bunny?

To a 17 year old, lower middle class kid from Indiana this video might as well have been about life on another planet. There were zero common points of reference between this lifestyle and mine.

Okay, maybe one. Like Hef I thought Barbi Benton was dazzling. Imagine my dismay when she joined the cast of Hee Haw.

Comments from the men on board: I’m only here for the in-flight magazine articles.

Another vote for legroom, although I do remember (and somewhat miss) the days of smoking sections on planes.

Finally, and quick – before Nojo gets up – what was the MAD magazine parody of “Bob and Carol, Ted and Alice”? No googles, please.

@Nabisco:
funny
I remember the cover but not the tag line.

@Capt Howdy: My memory had forgotten about Alfred in the title, but not his appearance onunder the covers. I almost got Junior the entire collection (on DVD) for his birthday but thought “nah, he’s only 11”. I was ten when this came out.

@Nabisco: I’m going to say Boob & Carnal & Tad & Alas, but I think I’m only one for four. Maybe two.

On the other hand…

@Capt Howdy: Alfred in the middle. Jack Davis illustration?

@nojo: Four for five, dude. But you cheated – you got up before noon, East Coast time.

@Nabisco: And Jack Rickard. I don’t think I get points for getting “Jack” right.

@Benedick AEA, AFTRA, SAG, DG.: Did someone say profiteroles? I love them, and I’ve never had one. It just sounds to eeleet and sexy. Say it with me: PRO-FIT-UH-ROLES. That is a lifestyle I aspire to.

@Nabisco: but thought “nah, he’s only 11″

I had to campaign with Dad to let me buy Mad. I finally won around June 1969, when I was — yes — ten.

ADD: And, of course, he started hogging all the issues.

Note to interested parties: Hef’s DC-9 was exported to Venezuela in 1976. He musta upgraded (or downsized when he realized how hellishly expensive maintaining a jet was even with oil-embargo prices).

http://registry.faa.gov/aircraftinquiry/NNum_Results.aspx?NNumbertxt=950PB

@Tommmcatt is with Karin Marie on This One: They’re easy to make, dearest, but messy to eat. If you’re not careful the chocolate gets in your navel.

@Benedick AEA, AFTRA, SAG, DG.: Chocolate. Nice. I was worried that they might be some kind of English-y thing, you know, made with thick slabs of shortbread, pickled sheep’s brains, and Marmite.

@Tommmcatt is with Karin Marie on This One: Chocolate-covered puff pastries with a delicious creamy filling. Right up your alley. For extra-elitensess, say pro-FEET-eh-rolls. bonus points if you can roll the r like the French do.

@Nabisco: I always liked “Carnival Knowledge”. Although I didn’t have a clue at the time what “carnal” meant.

@SanFranLefty:
no matter what lofty accomplishments i’ve reached in my life, my obit will start: “former playboy bunny…..”

@baked: If mine doesn’t say “avid outdoorsman” I’m gonna haunt some motherfucker.