Palm Desert is about 5 miles from Palm Springs. How they get any business in Palm Desert when the much more enticing-sounding Palm Springs is right next door is beyond me. I don’t even know why they put ‘desert’ in the name of their resort city. Geographically correct, but not great marketing. Anyway, it worked on us.
So Steve’s little sister is going to come hang with him for a week, while I hang with my brother and my LA friends. To facilitate this, Steve’s parents rent a 2 BR timeshare in Palm Desert for the two of them. However, the reservation periods don’t sync up with Steve’s little sister’s spring break, so basically I get to hang at the timeshare until she flies in on Friday. Steve golfs and plays tennis, I lay around and go swimming in the pool; we’re in overlapping but strikingly different heavens. We go on a hike on our last day, and it’s quite desert-y. If you’re looking for a good hike, I recommend Boulder over Palm Desert, easy.
When Steve drives to LA, trading me for his little sister, I’m certain that he’s happy with the trade, and I’m ready to get back to the cyclical adventure of drinking, recovering, and getting prettied up to go drink again.
No comments:
Post a Comment