When Stephen and I used to come to LA just to visit, we would always hit up Malibu Wines.
Off of Kanan and Mullholland, tucked away in the canyon on the way to Malibu, is this little gem of a winery.
You can do some tastings, then buy the bottles and find a table and sit yourself down for some evening, or afternoon (however you roll), drinking.
We packed a picnic of club sandwiches, fruit, crackers and cheese, some slutty brownies, and drove up on Friday evening.
They have valet (god bless america) for $14, or you can park somewhere nearby for free and take a shuttle.
You can only be granted entry to Malibu Wines if you park one of those two ways.
Make sure you bring your ID, because this is the USA afterall.
“BUT THE DRINKING AGE IN THE UK IS 18!”
Someone might have said that.
I can’t recall who…
I think it is funny, how we all of a sudden become loyal to whatever country does what we prefer.
We had an amazing day with my mom, bro, uncle, and my mom’s friends.
On weekend nights they have a live band, which means a lot of drunk dancing eventually happens.
It is prime people watching, let me tell you.
For the record, I was not one of the drunk dancers.
My moves are 100% sober, which is just a different type of embarrassing.