Westward bound, we drove and drove through the Mojave desert, past the highways and byways of Los Angeles, and straight into Malibu. The Pacific Ocean! Our trip was now officially "Coast-to-Coast."
The Malibu RV park was right next to Pepperdine University, winding up into the cliffs, overlooking the ocean. The ocean air was fresh and all the spring flowers were in bloom. We didn't even plug in the RV, we just put on our bathing suits and headed straight for the beach. We dug our toes into the sand, saw the dolphins swim by, and watched the sun set. On the way back up the hill, Nicole told Mary Lou to take a nice long shower and put on her Sunday finest, she was taking her out to dinner.
"Happy Birthday Mary Lou! Must be Nicole's birthday too! Cause we're going to dinner, at Nobu Malibu!" Yay!
Dinner was fantastic. Chef Nobu Matsuhisa's menu was overwhelming, so we let our waiter do most of the ordering. Tiradito, Yellowtail Sashimi with Jalapeno, Black Cod with Miso, Shrimp with Lobster and Spicy Lemon Sauce, Lobster Mini-Tacos, and I can't even remember all the sushi and sashimi. The food was incredible. Absolutely sublime.
We drank blood orange martinis and lemon cucumber martinis. We watched for movie stars. We eavesdropped on conversations. A lot of people were talking about Charlie Sheen, and how his manager must be faring. We were celebratory because of Mary Lou's birthday, the fact that we made it to the West Coast, and because Mary Lou finally learned how to use chopsticks! The waiter stayed and chatted with us for a long time, saying that we were more fun than most of his stuffy clients. And, if you can believe it, Nicole actually picked up the check! A first for the trip. . .
The next day we took a series of buses into L.A. and went to The Getty. It was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for wandering around the Richard Meier designed campus. When we visit museums, we play this game - whoever can spot the Bouguereau painting first, wins. Because there is always one. And it usually jumps right off the wall. Well, at the Getty, we randomly picked a building and a floor to start on, and the very first painting we saw as we walked into the first gallery, was a Bouguereau. We both won. We also both like to say Westward bound, we drove and drove through the Mojave desert, past the highways and byways of Los Angeles, and straight into Malibu. The Pacific Ocean! Our trip was now officially "Coast-to-Coast."
The Malibu RV park was right next to Pepperdine University, winding up into the cliffs, overlooking the ocean. The ocean air was fresh and all the spring flowers were in bloom. We didn't even plug in the RV, we just put on our bathing suits and headed straight for the beach. We dug our toes into the sand, saw the dolphins swim by, and watched the sun set. On the way back up the hill, Nicole told Mary Lou to take a nice long shower and put on her Sunday finest, she was taking her out to dinner.
"Happy Birthday Mary Lou! Must be Nicole's birthday too! Cause we're going to dinner, at Nobu Malibu!" Yay!
Dinner was fantastic. Chef Nobu Matsuhisa's menu was overwhelming, so we let our waiter do most of the ordering. Tiradito, Yellowtail Sashimi with Jalapeno, Black Cod with Miso, Shrimp with Lobster and Spicy Lemon Sauce, Lobster Mini-Tacos, and I can't even remember all the sushi and sashimi. The food was incredible. Absolutely sublime.
We drank blood orange martinis and lemon cucumber martinis. We watched for movie stars. We eavesdropped on conversations. A lot of people were talking about Charlie Sheen, and how his manager must be faring. We were celebratory because of Mary Lou's birthday, the fact that we made it to the West Coast, and because Mary Lou finally learned how to use chopsticks! The waiter stayed and chatted with us for a long time, saying that we were more fun than most of his stuffy clients. And, if you can believe it, Nicole actually picked up the check! A first for the trip. . .
The next day we took a series of buses into L.A. and went to The Getty. It was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for wandering around the Richard Meier designed campus. When we visit museums, we play this game - whoever can spot the Bouguereau painting first, wins. Because there is always one. And it usually jumps right off the wall. Well, at the Getty, we randomly picked a building and a floor to start on, and the very first painting we saw as we walked into the first gallery, was a Bouguereau. We both won. We also both like to say Bouguereau.
The collection was amazing, the garden was in bloom. The bus rides back, not so much fun. Even on the way into the city, we were told to get off too early, and ended up walking about a mile on the side of a highway. And, on the way back, the bus driver told us to get on something called the "Blue Bus" and we ended up over in Brentwood, before we realized it was the totally wrong direction. "Isn't this where O.J. Simpson lived?" Mary Lou asked. After three more bus transfers, we finally found our way back to the RV. L.A. is not very pedestrian friendly.
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