There are three pools, one with a glass bottom viewable in the dance room below, and doorknobs worth $40,000 on the ship. Entry to the master suite (all 2,500 square feet) is by finger print recognition. There is also a special “nookie” room. This is my kind of man! The mega yacht is 394 feet in length, and worth a mere $300 million, but it’s only the 12th largest in the world. It is smaller in size to Larry Ellison’s (local celebrity of Oracle fame/billions), Larry has a reputation in these parts (and also Malibu) as being somewhat of an ass.
I love the fact that Andrey has parked his mega yacht in Larry’s back yard, so to speak. Hah. Yay Andrey!
Mega Yacht Eclipse. My new home.
Eclipse, the world’s largest mega yacht an estimated at 538 feet in length, is owned by another young Russian billionaire Roman Abramovich. This beauty has two helicopter pads, you know in case you want to go to a different port than others on the yacht. Like the “A”, much of the glass is bullet proof. I’ve ridden in a bullet proof Mercedes before – this is so right for me!!
Roman will be 44 this year, and he’s pretty damn cute (not that I’m superficial or anything, it’s not all about looks with me).
He has a bit of a bad boy reputation. Fuck, it’s like he was made for me, y’all!
Hey Roman – I’m single and love yachts and bad boys. We should hook up!
Iberia Airlines, with their teams of luggage and policy-making asshats, had conspired to leave me stranded: I’m stuck in a foreign country, alone, speaking only enough espanol to order beer and tacos. As much as I needed one at that moment, I don’t drink beer. Anymore. That leaves me with just tacos. But, wait! There’s more…
I made it rhyme, though. Pretty good, huh? I outta be a poet.
Wait, don’t go!
So, I went to Spain a several years back with a boyfriend. We’ll call him Lugnut for purposes of anonymity. Mine, not his.
This was my first time overseas. I was flying alone and meeting him there. I’m already a nervous flier (no shit? there’s a shock). I had several transfers to make, and was nervous about flying alone into a foreign country. (The importance of this will be relevant later.)But, wait! There’s more…
That’s partly why I haven’t been around much. Like anyone’s noticed. (I can’t yet tell you all the other reason just yet, but will tell you all as soon as I can. And I promise you’ll love it! ‘Cept for maybe my parents. But they’ve got to be use to me by now.)
It is truly a delight to show someone the sights who has the ability to let their inner child out, experiencing the world with that same sense of wonder and appreciation. He was amazed by the beauty of the Big Sur, California coast, and let himself express it and immerse himself in it. That’s the part most people seem to find hard to do. For me it comes naturally. Probably because I’ve never But, wait! There’s more…
“My name is Kernut, and it’s been three hours since my last meditation.”
(ahahaha I crack me up!)
This weekend I spent at a wonderful – and much needed – meditation retreat in the luscious, green Los Gatos mountains. The views were spectacular, the location peaceful. Greg facilitated the meditation retreat and Patty was the gracious hostess of her mountain-top retreat center.
So, I need to meditate. Daily. It keeps the crazy away. Now I’m just bonkers. That’s not as bad as crazy.But, wait! There’s more…
This is the beginning of a 3, 4, 7? several part series about my time in Malibu.
Around the beginning of the millennium, I transferred to Malibu to work as an Estate Manager, overseeing the luxury beach-front property and household staff of a very wealthy individual.
My (Preconceived) Idea of Malibu vs. Reality:
You’ve probably seen celebrities profiled on popular shows like TMZ or in the news: They’re always hanging out in Malibu, often getting DUIs, getting into fights, or being “seen with so-and-so”.
This lead to my first preconceived idea: Malibu is a hotspot of celebrity activity!
Couple that with what I already knew about the person for whom I was working, Marc Andreessen: He lived in Palo Alto (at the time) and shopped at places like Stanford Shopping Center. I assumed he would choose to live in a place with similar amenities.
Which lead me to my second preconceived idea: The shopping is going to be great!