This great tale started Friday afternoon when Hanna and I took the Surfliner train up to Los Angeles. We were the last people to board the train in San Diego, but luckily had no problem finding seats. When we arrived at Union Station in LA, we found ourselves in a bit of a frenzy trying to locate a metro bus to take us to Santa Monica and then hopefully Malibu. Long story short, we arrived in Santa Monica, stood in the rain talking to a very... eccentric... woman with a cat (nay, not a cat - a "creative work of art therapy with fur") while waiting for the next bus, and then after an hour gave up and went to Buca de Bepo's for an amazing dinner. We woke up Saturday morning and headed out with Hanna's mom, Jane, to the
Malibu Wine Classic charity for
ChildHelp on Point Dume. Hanna and I volunteered from 9am-10pm helping Jane and the rest of the executive committee in preparing for the 2,000+ Malibuians that arrived in two shifts throughout the day for wine tasting, specialty restaurant horderves, desserts, and hob-nobbing with stars. There were a few other "stars" present, but after seeing
A Night at The Roxbury how can I not mention that I met
Emilio Estevez? EMILIO!!! was actually a really chill, shy, nice guy. Apparently he lives on Point Dume and has a vineyard of his own. We came back on the train yesterday afternoon, through many more camera-dropping, late boarding, backpack breaking shinnanagans. Quite the packed, fun, exhausting weekend.
