The Ultimate Marina Del Rey Cruise

Let's face it, being on a boat -- much less a yacht -- out at sea is not everyone's cup of tea. People have phobias, people have hang-ups, people have seen Jaws one too many times. But, for the rest of us, there's nothing like it. Being on the waves, close to the primordial source of life -- well, let's just say it's the stuff great stories and even greater dreams are made of. That being said, there is a marked difference between hanging out on your friend's sailboat and being on board a luxury yacht.

A few weeks back, thanks to a kick-back from a high society friend of mine, I tagged along on a Private Marina Del Rey cruise. Happy? You bet I was. It's not everyday I get to see how the other half lives -- much less plays. So, I snarfed a couple of Dramamines, greased back my hair with Brylcreem, and did up the old mustache like a gunslinger.

I made it down to the Marina, as it's known in LA, and flagged my friend, Errol. Yes, like the movies star, though not like the movies star, if you know what I mean. He's a decent dude -- in fact, he got me onto this article writing gig, though why he bothers, I have no idea. Let's just say his family is not hurting for money. Me, on the other hand? I'm always hurting for money.

I wondered if it showed that night on the yacht. For the ninety-percenters, it's hard to hobnob with people who make more money in a month than you, your father, and your grandfather ever did in their lifetimes. So, I tried to keep the nose in the air and the conversations on the short side. You know, things to do, people to see. The funny thing is, my friend Errol would not stop trying to start up a conversation with me. Guess when you've got all the time in the world, you want to spend it talking to people from the other side of the tracks.

By: Myer Thompson

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The perfect Marina Del Rey cruise starts with a phone call and should end with several voice mails congratulating you.