Scouting Palm Springs

I spent the last week in Palm Springs tooling about with excessor -- we stayed in formerly-half-his beautiful Mid-Century Modern home with perfect rectangular pool, slate floors throughout, and palm trees dramatically lit from below.
( Real Estate and Hedonism )

We saw a lot of qbear and rootbeer1 -- we first met them at the Sunday beerbust at the Barracks, which was crowded and warm enough to encourage shirtless men. Then we went to dinner with them -- charming Jack and puckish Steve, who I can finally see as younger than me despite his senior LJ status. We saw them again a few days later, when we went over to their friend Mike's house to hang out by the pool, then again Wednesday night for dinner with a few of their friends. I especially remember John, a big bearded schoolteacher who sat between excessor and me. I wanted to pack him in my suitcase and take him home with me, but I failed to give him the opportunity, alas. The food at El Mirasol was great.

I really look forward to getting to know Jack and Steve better. Jack's stories and Steve's smile are hard to resist. :)

My next scouting trip will be to Las Vegas. It will not be as fun without excessor along to liven things up.