God, I’m ashamed of that title.

Hidden somewhere between the not-yet-sticky pages of 200,000 issues of this Friday’s edition of Playboy are 10 ‘Golden Tickets’ to the annual Midsummer Night’s Dream Party at the Playboy Mansion, in a move inspired by Willy Wonka. We have yet to confirm whether or not there’ll be orange midgets at this party too. What we do know is that, in the same way that Charlie’s Chocolate Factory was a major cause of diabetes, this one will be a major source of the herp. So heads up.

This marks the first time that the Playboy Mansion has made itself open to the public, being heretofore far too classy to let the common man swing by. Which works out, I guess, given that Playboy is hemorrhaging money, to the extent that Hefner’s been advised to start selling off his ‘art’ collection, and make an attempt at selling the mansion itself – oh god, where will the peacocks stay now?

It should be a good party, though! On top of being able to call their parents from the Playboy Mansion, winners get accommodation at the Petit Ermitage Hotel and dinner at the  Simon L.A, which I’m told is a pretty nice place.

This marks the first time anybody has had a legitimate reason to pay money for Playboy since the invention of the internet.

[Source: reuters]