This past weekend was spent in the desert, Palm Springs. Road trips and fancy suites is superb for a summer adventure.
Karla & I took advantage of the fact that our hotel service had free happy hour with unlimited drinks. Mandarin sours + margaritas in the sun has an easy buzz effect, therefore, we we're having the time of our lives. Brian Jonestown Massacre flowing through the speakers; raw, dirty, and grungy 90s rock. We danced in the dirt, it was sublime. We stumbled upon a thrift mart where the clothes weren't anything to preach about but the book section was taken upon us, tons of old literature with notes left in the pages and other fascinating kicks. Being that there's native indians living out towards the desert, there was tons of beautiful feathered jewelry marked down at ridiculous prices so I snagged a few. A highlight was also getting pulled over but not getting a ticket, amen! 2 days felt like eternity in the wild. We missed the LA breeze, considering
it's so deadly hot out (people only come out at night). It was a much needed relaxing weekend.