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I Love Palm Springs

Four Palms

Before last week I never understood why people vacation in Palm Springs, but I totally get it now.


In some places people are bundling up to go outside and dig their car out of the snow. But in Palm Springs, in February, you can gaze at palm trees as you roast in the sun.

You guys, I love the sun. If I wasn’t already married, I would totally marry it.

mexican food

A dear friend from college joined us on Wednesday and we all went to dinner at this fantastic Mexican restaurant called Las Casuelas Terraza. It’s been there since 1958 and the food was unreal. It was a Wednesday night but there was a live band playing the Beach Boys, the Beatles, Journey, Chicago, and other such classic rock & roll staples. There was a dance floor and you guys, PEOPLE WERE DANCING. Not the kind of epileptic-type dancing you see the young people doing today, but actual, real, grown-up dancing. I almost died of happiness.


On Thursday Joe flew out from the city of New York to join the party. We picked him up from the airport and headed straight to Ruby’s for the World’s Best Burgers.

best burger ever

I’m not kidding about those burgers. (Nor am I being paid to write that.)

After lunch we hit a matinee performance of the Fabulous Palm Springs Follies, a troup of sixty to seventy-eight year-old ladies who dance like whipper-snappers and look like, well, very attractive and fit older women in pancake make-up and feathers. It was absolutely delightful.

street fair

On our way to dinner that night we discovered a street fair. It was as if all of Palm Springs was gathering to celebrate Adam’s birthday!


Dinner was a feast at Wang’s in the Desert. We ordered the catfish which arrived head and tail attached. I tried to get a pictures of Joe and Mike licking the fish’s eyeballs, but I hate and despise my camera so you are getting a photo of Adam and Joe being adorable instead.

I miss them already.



I haven’t been to Palm Springs since I was a kid and I barely remember anything about it. It was entirely Adam’s idea to go and with my parents help (Thank you Mom & Dad!) we scored a fabulous suite at an old famous 1960’s resort. We feel like we’re walking around on the set of Mad Men except that instead of Don and Betty Draper it’s Grandpa and Granny Draper. I swear, we are the youngest people here by at least forty years.


Neither Adam nor I were alive in the 1960’s so we don’t really know what we’re talking about, but it seems to us that Palm Springs, at least the section we’re staying in, is a perfectly preserved 1960’s suburb. I am in absolute vintage heaven. Today, after a relaxing yoga practice, sunbathing, and a quick dip in the pool, we went downtown to shop. We found this enormous pawn shop stuffed to brimming with all kinds of treasures. I bought a pair of really cool 1940’s salt & pepper shakers and a trivet that someone bought in Tel Aviv in 1981. How do I know? Because they wrote it on the bottom! I cannot wait to show them to you.


It’s like stepping into Stepford – impossibly perfect.


I can’t speak for Adam but this is the best birthday week I’ve ever had and it’s not even my birthday!