Yesterday we had a couple of hours of free time in the afternoon. We had heard that some famous people live in the gated neighborhood down the hill from the retreat center, (the same gate you have to go through to get to the retreat center.) One of the staff here helped us out. She stood with us at the overlook in the retreat center garden that looks down over the canyon and pointed out who lives where. Then we changed into our sneakers to take a walk.
We walked past Mel's house. No Mel. We walked past Olivia's house. No Olivia. We walked past Brittany's house. No Brittany--but lots of not very well hidden security cameras and five City of Malibu sanitation department containers on which were written "No Trash". Giggling hysterically about this, we decided we'd had enough star stalking and headed down the back road to main highway and beach. Just as we crossed the little bridge across the duck pond, a white Jaguar passed us going the other way. The driver had his windows rolled down and smiled a big smile at us, waved, and said, "hi!".
Dick. Van. Dyke.
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The noive of those others not to stay home for you!
AHHH! I love Dick Van Dyke! Thats so much better than Brittany anyway.
Dick Van Dyke!!!! Now, there is a class act. Far better than Brit.
Oh how cool!!
Wow! If he'd known what y'all were up to, he'd totally have gone snarking with you at Brittany's house. Dontcha think?
Super fun! You did know that he's a presbyterian elder?
QG -- You stole my comment! LOL
Way too cool!
Awesome. DVD is a way better star sighting than poor little Brit.
That is VERY cool.
And I wanted to tell you that I toasted you and your dad with a glass of Aglianico when I went to beautiful Capri.
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