April 21, 2008
You Were Right About The Stars.
My birthday in Palm Springs.
35. Nice legs. Party teeth.
At dinner, we found a large hunk of gum in Jenna's locks.
The hostess brought us scissors.
I love Palm Springs. I love the stuck in a time warp feeling of it, I love all the old people, I love the desert. I was so happy the moment we arrived and I am planning on coming here way more often. I had no phone and no computer and I was free as a birdie.
Tropical hotdog night.
Like two flamingos in a fruit fight.
We got dressed up to drive into the Palm Springs night and get some birthday dessert.
And ended up at Marie Callendars.
The biggest dessert available.
I was very conscious at this point that I was having the best birthday ever. Really.
The next morning we packed up our villa at the Palm Mountain Resort, and headed out to Joshua Tree.
Where we had reserved room 8 at the Joshua Tree Inn, aka the room that Gram Parsons died in. I was hoping for a haunting.
The G.P. shrine, where people leave mangos [i don't know why], cigs and mostly tequila and doobs.
I'd never been to Joshua Tree before. The High Desert is a revelation, and I will return.
Marmaloo.
Desert shoes. The thrift shopping was tremendous. I was getting followed around one such store when an older gay gentleman told me that I should have myself pickled when I die to preserve my tattoos, and then said to me, "Maybe I can pickle you. I would be tickled pink to pickle you!"
And then Jenna saved me.
Into Joshua Tree National Park.
Which truly is amazing. It is, like they say, being on Mars.
Movie Mars.
Later on we drove out to Pioneer Town, home to this place, Pappy and Harriet's. It's a restaurant/bar/honky tonk type of place that was a whole adventure unto itself, with excellent food. I will also be returning there. In the morning we drove home and both got depressed at the prospect of returning to responsibilities. Who wants to pay me to live in Palm Springs 6 months a year? Think about it.
Posted by Cali at April 21, 2008 01:08 PM