So this happened during the Summer of 2014. I was going up to the Carmel/Monterey area for the Concours D’ Elegance Automobile weekend (fiasco). Those that have been know it’s about the best gathering in the world for fine/rare/exotic automobiles. 5 days of amazing cars, women, fashion and parties.
I wake up (Thursday) the morning after i drive up from Southern California a little groggy and still peeved after I was 6 hours into the 8 hour drive the night before and get caught doing 113 just trying to get to my damn hotel by dark (thank you CHP for not arresting me!) I am hungry so i head to this restaurant/brewery behind the famous Monterey Aquarium and post up for a drink and burger. As i’m sitting there at the bar, a guy about my age strikes up a convo and says he works for the DuPont Registry and just got into town as well for the weekend. Mentions he has an extra ticket or two to the Playboy party in the Harbor Thursday night on Al Capones old yacht. I’m thinking, this is a great start to the festivities. Take his num and told him I’d hit him up the next day, and head over to check into my hotel in Carmel and get some much needed Z’s.