Mega Yacht "A". This picture makes the 394 foot yacht look small, but if you look closely you can see a tiny, little boat in front of it. There are about 6 people in that little boat.
The BIG local news is all about this Mega Yacht, the “A”, owned by 38 year-old Russian Billionaire Andrey Melnichenko, that’s currently anchored off the coast of Sausalito (near San Francisco).
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!
Wow! I got another award! The Beautiful Blogger Award!
(I think someone saw my photoshopped picture.)
This is from the most sexy Wicked Shawn. Thank you sweetie! *throws kisses*
I like her.
Come to think of it, the other one was from her, too. (If you’re counting, yes that is only two awards. Your point?)
Beautiful Blogger Award - From Wicked Shawn. She likes me.
Here are the rules:
Thank the person who gave you the award. (done)
List 7 things about yourself your readers do not know.
Award 5 bloggers who you’ve recently discovered.
Seven things you could not care less about have been dying to know about me: But, wait! There’s more…
View from Santa Barbara Castillo (Castle) in Alicante
This is part 2 of my trip to Spain. (Part 1 in the series is here: The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly…)
Advance apologies for the length and rantiness of this post. I promise the next will just be about my adventures and impressions of Spain.
When we left off…
Panic has now set in. (Please note the sub-title of this blog: I’m FINE: Frustrated, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. The Adventures, Travels and Tribulations of a Bonkers Blogging Blond. ‘Bonkers’ may be an understatement. Pretty sure it is, but my alter-ego thought ‘bonkers’ rhymed better with ‘blogging’ and ‘blond’.)
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…
Torrevieja, Spain (I think... it' been a while since I looked at the pictures. Any of my readers from Spain please feel free to identify this photo if I'm wrong.)
The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly… On My Brain.
You thought I was going to say ‘On The Plain’, didn’t you?
That’s very Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady of you. Most definitely an awesome movie.
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…
From Bixby Bridge in Big Sur
Car Shows, Riding on a Harley, Fried Artichokes, and fresh, hot Cinnamon Rolls!
What an amazing weekend it’s been! I’ve been out showing my friend from Meeneesooota the sights and it’s been an tour of the senses.
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…
The Road to Nowhere - much like my life.
Today’s post is more pictorial than blog, and therefore good for those of you who buy magazines for the pictures, and not the stories.
Once again this week I tried to go on the whale watching cruise. You know, so I can provide you all with something OTHER than my old drinking stories, brushes with the law, pigeon porn, or visits to the brothels to read the menus.
Which you probably prefer anyway.
This time the whale watching cruises were canceled due to really choppy water and big winds.
Probably best for me, and you…
I get seasick.
It wouldn’t have been very funny. Or maybe it would have.
Middle of Nowhere
But we’ll never know.
Instead, I went to Casa de Something For Everyone, in Hollister, California. It’s in the middle of Nowhere. Really pretty Nowhere, with lots of green farms separated by green farms.
But, wait! There’s more…
Los Gatos Retreat Center
“Hi, my name is Kernut, and I am a Meditator.”
“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…
Malibu from the air. Photo by Doc Searls.
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!
Boy, was I wrong on both counts. But, wait! There’s more…