Gal Pal Weekend in Palm Desert

This spring was a little rough for me as I tend to borderline lose my mind sometimes. As a result of this, my dear friend Jenna brilliantly suggested that we runaway for a weekend to her Mom’s condo in Palm Desert. Because we are both extremely busy humans, this past weekend was the first opportunity we had to do this.

For once I wasn't the oldest person in the group!

Upon arrival Friday night, we decided to stop in a highly rated local establishment called, “The Nest.” Their website states, “Life begins after 5.” I think what it meant to say was, “Life begins after 50,” the median age of the bar patrons. We walked into the piano bar area, which was packed full of snazzy dressed senior citizens getting their boogie on. A group of sweaty older gentlemen were kind enough to purchase drinks for us. One of them even offered to make-out with Jenna. One of them even asked us, "No offense ladies, but what are you doing here?" I responded like anyone should: "It was highly rated on Yelp." Naturally. They stopped purchasing us drinks when another group of silver-haired gentlemen pulled our attention away.  Fortunately, a  majorly inappropriate bartender had no problem pouring us drinks for free. I ordered a whiskey and gingerale and received WHISKEY. Jenna’s vodka and soda was VODKA. But it was FREE so we weren’t about to complain. 

Potential serial killer on the left.

We noticed that the older women in the bar didn’t take to kindly to our presence there. They danced aggressively in our direction bumping into us on purpose. It was probably because they thought we were swimming in their pool. I suggested to Jenna that maybe they were jealous that we have something they no longer do…periods. There was one woman who literally did not stop dancing the entire night. I would guess that she would nearing 70 and not one single part on her body moved. She was an absolute jewel and I hope when I'm her age I have that much fun.

There was also what appeared to be a serial killer in the bar. At least his hovering and staring at us led us to believe so. I tried to be sneaky and take a picture of him should we ever need evidence of his presence at the bar, but he kindly back away from my lens (I did get a cute picture of Jenna though!).

We danced, laughed, and drank too much as our hangovers the following day would remind us. After a long morning of recovery we lounged by the pool all afternoon, which was a perfect relief from the 100 degree desert heat. We ventured into Palm Springs in the evening to take advantage of Palm Spring Restaurant Week and have an early birthday celebration for Jenna with her Mom and neighbors. They took us to Sammy G’s Tuscan Grill for a delicious dinner. Here we were surrounded by what appeared to be Rock of Love auditions: rhinestones, infinite hair extensions and spray tans, and way too high heels paired with WAY too short skirts. Again, seems we were underdressed. After we went to Lulu for cocktails. Lulu was by far the coolest looking establishment in the city, with its South Beach meets Mid-Century décor and atmosphere.

Incredible chandeliers at Lulu.

Sunday was dedicated to shopping, which was largely unsuccessful except for some unnecessary accessories. We got lost in an amazing accessory store called Charming Charlie where everything is organized by color. Genius. Also, dangerous. After an interesting dinner at Blue Orchid Thai Bistro, we headed home. A girly weekend full of inappropriateness, alcohol, good food, and shopping is always good for the soul. And thanks to Jenna and her gracious Mom, I got just that!