And while Hef did not make an appearance, it was strangely entertaining all the same.
The place is like some poorly maintained time capsule of 70's swinger decadence (which I guess is what it really is). While there are some cool things, ie. the grotto, the setting, lots of secluded paths to fuck on, it has some pretty run down nastiness also. The best example of which is the game house, an outbuilding furnished with green plaid carpet, video games from the eighties (donkey kong, pacman, defender), a pool table and of course several editions of the Playboy pinball games. But it also houses the two best sites of the whole campus-the orgy room and the adjacent bathroom. The orgy pit may once have been appealing, even swanky, but has now become a stained cum-rag of a spot. The carpet is worn, the knee high wrap-around upholstery has the stuffing spilling out in several places and there is still a top loading VCR from the early 70's behind a wall panel. But the best local in the place is right next door-the small, marble countered bathroom right behind one of the mirrored walls. I swear we'd all O.D. (even Fayner) if we had a chance at all the blow that's been spilled off that thing. There's even a tiny shower for post or pre fuck cleansing.

ah, the glory days are gone but H.M.H. has decided to leave everything as it was the last time he dumped a load without parmacutical assistance.

Just thought I'd share my impressions of one special place in the catalog of American smut.