I’ve been promising you all this post since I started this blog up again several months ago. I’ve held off until now because it was a terrifying experience for me, one that’s hard to relive. There’s another reason, too. This event is like a scene straight out of a movie, … But, wait! There’s more…
Several years ago I transferred to Malibu to work as Marc Andreessen’s Estate Manager, overseeing care of the property in the Malibu Colony and managing the staff. It was a great job, for the most part. Malibu was pretty, and pretty boring for a single gal. Not much to do … But, wait! There’s more…
In an effort to end my, shall we say discomfort, Kahlil decides to speed up this catastrophe and ask directions from SOME RANDOM SHIFTLESS PERSON standing on the street corner. But not just any corner – Kahlil chooses the corner on my side of the car. I’d like to know what’s wrong with his side of the bulletproof car?
Oh, that’s right: Sacrifice the blond. That’s what they always do in the movies.
But, wait! There's more...I asked, “What’s up with the window?”, pinching the 3/4-inch-thick glass between my finger and thumb.
Kahlil (with an accent), very matter-of-fact, “The Mercedes is bullet proof. The doors are also reinforced. My family sends me one every year.”
Me, “Oh.” (Obviously, he was dating me for my razor-sharp wit.)
But, wait! There's more...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!
But, wait! There's more...
