Vacation: putting some Spring in your Palm

Let's hear it for vacation hair! And vacation appetite! And vacation.... well.... let me stop there.

Needless to say, Palm Springs was a blast. The Rad Boyfriend and I had a really really REALLY good time over the long weekend. We ate, we swam, we slept in, and we ate. Did I mention the food? Because we ate. A lot. Mother Nature must have heard my plea because it only rained on Saturday night.The rest of the time, it looked like this:

The amount of snow on the mountains behind our hotel was breathtaking. 

 Living Desert. Totally worth it.

There are two words that describe this hotel: cool and hipster.

 What road trip is complete without a hilarious sign?

And now I must get back to the real world.... the one that doesn't involve room service and margaritas at 11 o'clock in the morning. A world where fine dining is reserved for special occasions and sitting poolside is not an inalienable right. Sigh. I would've made a really good rich lady.

Happy New Year, Interwebs!

Me: Hi Internet, how are you?! It's been so long! 

Internet: Oh. Hi. Yeah, it has been a long time. 

Awkward pause.

Me: Soo... how've you been? What' new?

Internet: Fine. Nothing. 

Awkward silence. 

Me: Um, well... how was your holiday? 

Internet: Fine. 

Me: Internet, are you mad at me?

Internet: No. 

Me: Are you sure? Because you seem mad.

Internet: Why would I be mad? I mean it's not like you just up and disappeared for six months without telling anyone.

Me: Internet, I'm sorry. I really am. It was a crazy time. 

Internet: Whatever. 

Me: I really am sorry. It's just that work got so crazy and summer kicked my butt with all the gatherings and friends, and then I went away on that business trip, and then work got crazy again... Then it just sort of got too late to get back in touch. I felt funny randomly popping back up again after so long, ya know? You know how that goes, don't you Internet? 

Internet: Ugh. I guess. Whatever. 

Me: Do you forgive me, Internet? 

Internet: Fine. Whatever. I guess. 

Awkward pause. 

Internet: Hey.

Me: Hi. 

Internet: It's good to have you back. I missed you. 

Me: Aaw, thanks, Internet. It's good to be back. I missed you, too. 

Back to life

Vacations are fun. They're even more fun when you get to do vacation-y type things with your significant other, instead of with your significant other and your dad. But hey--it's not my dad's fault he wanted to spend every free minute with his daughter who he hasn't seen in over a year.

 Hi, Daddy! You're on the internet!

Nor is it my dad's fault that Rad Boyfriend and I left our party clothes at his house in Boca Raton before we left to attend a wedding three hours away in Orlando, causing us to spend our only free day at a mall.

A mall that's near something called "Holy Land Experience." (??)

But you know what? We still had a blast.

Because we were together. (Commence vomiting in 3, 2, 1....)

What I did on my San Diego vacation

I played (and won) a game that sounds suspiciously like a very naughty word.


I met the Mole.


I went to a Padres game and sat in All-You-Can-Eat seats for the very first time.


I walked through Balboa Park, possibly my new favorite place on earth.


I visited Stone Brewery and had beer that tasted like banana.


I went to a dance party with the fabulous creators of Gingers is the Watchword during which a giant purple die was tossed around.

I ate at Hodad's.


I drank from the moment I got to San Diego to the morning I left for New York. And it was fantastic.