28 Jan 2014 16 Comments
in Food, Humor, On the Road Tags: Ava Gardner, food, Frank Sinatra, humor, Jim Croce, Koffi, Marilyn Monroe, Palm Springs, Riviera, Twin Palms
As if my previous post wasn’t cruel enough for readers in the American midwest and east who once again suffer the unwelcome descent of the Arctic into their midst, we decided to spend the weekend by the pool in Palm Springs.
Bloody Mary & Imogen poolside
Actually, it was a Sunday memorial for my wife’s maternal grandmother that drew us to the desert. But we thought why not make a weekend of it, and so found a swanky hotel with an atomic age theme and settled in. More
01 Mar 2011 4 Comments
in On the Road Tags: Andalucia, Coachella, dates, grapefruit, Hula Pie, javelina, Palm Springs, Robert Wagner, Sinatra, surf n' turf, the Thompsons, Tommy Bahama
We like living near the desert. Within a couple hours, we can be amongst the roadrunners, big horn sheep, ocotillo and old folks in golf carts. We enjoy navigating the endless tract housing subdivisions with romantic aspirational geographic names like Andalucia, Piedmont, Monticello and Puerta Azul (not a blue port for counties, by the way), set behind impressive walls and hedges on long stretches of grapefruit-tree-lined desert road. And always, looming majestically behind, the gorgeous spindly peaks of the San Jacinto Mountains. More
skinny girls & mayonnaise 