It's Always Better on Holiday VII, pt. 5: I Go to Malibu

Saturday I went with Grandma to an old colleague's 90th birthday party at his home in Malibu.

This was the invitation:



This was the neighbor's car:



This is the door to the birthday man's house:

This is the sign on the door:

This is what I saw after the door:

This is what I saw when I entered that house:

This is the front lawn:

This is looking up the shore:

This is looking down the shore:

These are the revelers:

This is the musical entertainment for the afternoon:

This is who we shared the table with:

This is what I ate:

This is a friend we made:

This . . . is what I saw when I was looking for the bathroom:

This is . . . whoah . . .

Stuffed cobras versus stuffed mongoose.

These are more houses from his street.  Or garages.  Call me simple, call me a first timer, but I'm impressed by how people live in Malibu.  They live pretty fancy.

Epilogue:  That night I went a party in LA.  Casey turned up there.  And I met Heather from Salt Lake City who seems to be quite famous.