Michael Martin
It's a speedy drive along the Pacific Coast Highway, some 20 miles north of Los Angeles, up to Malibu.
On a busy summer weekend, the mansions that line the highway are attended by dapper valets welcoming guests from the city for lively soirées while salt-kissed beach babes carry their 6-foot surfboards above perfectly sculpted bodies and wind-blown blonde hair.| Billionaire's Beach | |
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There are two ways residents arrive at Malibu. If you happen to be Larry Ellison-rich, drop your G5 into Santa Monica Airport and helicopter along the coast to your own private helipad. Turn-around time from airport to house is around 10-minutes. Everyone else should arrive via LAX, Virgin America nonstop service from JFK, and splurge on a prime piece of rental car like a Carrera Convertible or Mercedes SLR from Budget Beverly Hills. 5 p.m. - Check In at Beach Pad
Tell your friends you're staying at David Geffen's, well at least kind of, as you check in to his newly renovated Malibu Beach Inn, located a short jaunt from the billionaire's own Malibu beach pad. A California-inspired beach hotel located directly on the shores of the Pacific and curb of the PCH, be sure to check into an oceanfront room to maximize your views, sound of the surf and distance from the adjacent highway. 7 p.m. -- Happy Hour and Social Fishing
Few beachside cities are as besieged by Corolla-cruising tourists as Malibu. Oceanfront bars likes Duke's and Chart House are a flytrap of everybody you don't want to be seen carousing with in order to make a few key social contacts and hopefully score some beach party invites. Head over to the new Malibu Pier Club and chat up the local staff and great happy hour scene of locals and visitors in the know.
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