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He She It | 3.13.17

Sometimes I forget I live near the ocean. Apparently, I'm too busy in my West Hollywood bubble doing yoga and dusting my kale tumeric smoothie with Spirit Dust. (Who am I?) 

But the other day, my friend Marla rescued me from all my GOOP curated OM and took me to the Malibu Lagoon State Beach, where shit got real. 

Ok, not that real. But still, it was awesome.

The Malibu Lagoon State Beach is right off the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) directly across the street from the Malibu Country Mart. So, if you're not really a lagoon-person, just drive right by it, and hang a right into the mall. You can play ping pong at the James Perse store and probably catch David Spade in his natural habitat.   

But if you do go to the Lagoon, as I did, it's absolutely gorgeous. It's where Malibu creek hits the Pacific Ocean, and it doubles as a bird sanctuary- we saw Pelicans, Blue Heron, Osprey, Egret, and a bunch of birds I've never heard of. We also saw a rotten old sea-gull feasting on a rogue severed fish head. Can you say photo-op? (Unfortunately, I couldn't get the bird to stay and pose mid-fish chew- but I did get a beauty shot of his decapitated lunch)

Speaking of (dead) raw fish, Nobu Malibu is a short walk away- with a WAAAAAAY better presentation. 

So, I recommend a trip to the BU Lagoon 

It's fun. And different. There are 22 acres of wetlands, and lots of beautiful and disgusting things to see.