Palm Springs Overdose

Dear Reader,

When I was a little boy, obese with braces on my teeth, I used to love whipped cream. We never used the canned kind, my mother always whipped it up the real stuff. I loved it until one day when I went overboard. That day I ate a whole entire bowl of whipped cream by myself. I’ve never been so sick in my life. I’m telling you this story not only to let you know that I was a fat kid, but also to provide a warning to you: too much of a good thing is a bad thing. This is how I’m starting to feel about Palm Springs. I’ve already been four times this year and to be honest, I can’t take it anymore. Its parties are too fun, the heat too hot, and the pools too refreshing. Enough!

That being said I had a wonderful time in Palm Springs over Memorial Day Weekend. A group of friends rented a glamorous house and spent days by the pool, nights by the pool, and late nights at the one horrifying gay bar in Palm Springs, where we danced our lives away like we were characters in the 1990s gay romantic comedy. Did gay romantic comedies exist in the 90s? I hope so.

The drive out to Palm Springs is always beautiful, even when it takes five hours like it did this time (it’s supposed to take two). The light out there is so amazing.

This drink summarizes perfectly the weekend’s activities, which consisted mostly of drinking tropical drinks by the pool whilst talking about our feelings. To make it, add lots of vodka, a splash of soda, muddle with watermelon, and add raspberries, limes, and mint.

This painting was in our mid-century house. I wanted to steal it but I didn’t.

This is the view from the living room. I love that wild tree outside.

How cute is this dog? I tried to pet her but she didn’t like me. Which was a huge blow to my self-esteem.

A friend of mine has these flamingo shorts that I’m obsessed with. Someday I’m going to sneak into his house and steal them while he is sleeping.

The flamingo shorts are from AMBSN. Gimme.

Speaking of swim trunks, these are my favorite right now.

They are from H&M.

This is our pool. Ugly, right?

This is the doorway at a ridiculous pool party we went to for someone’s 40th birthday. It was terribly fun and completely over the top. Me likey.

Another pool party discovery was this moose sculpture. Or is it an elk? Whatever it is it’s cool and I want one for my garden. Even though my garden doesn’t exist because I live in an apartment with no outdoor space. Tears.

I’m not a huge fan of modern, minimal houses but Palm Springs does it best.

A sad, lonely beach ball, perilously close to the cruel spines of the cacti. This must be a metaphor for something but I was too busy talking about gay bodies and the mall to think about it.

Glamourpool with yellow accents. Well played!

The guest house.

The dining room was completely bonkers. And I liked that.

That crazy chandelier. The crazy painting. Those crazy chairs. It’s all awful but in a good way that I want to look at.

This is the spiral staircase every gay boy dreams of walking down on his way to prom with his prom date Ricky Martin.

I like this wallpaper? I think? And the horse head? From Z Gallerie?

The gold piece on the mantle incited a fierce discussion amongst my friends. Them: “It’s ugly.” Me: “It’s prettty.” What do you think?

These cat tapestries were by far the best find of the weekend. They were at another pool party house. Totally genius and I want to wear a coat made from them.

We stopped at the Ace Hotel for lunch on the way home. It’s the perfect place to go if you want to feel like you’re on hipster spring break.

I have a fetish for pretty house numbers, so I snapped this one. Really the only reason to have a house is to have cute numbers on the front.

I think I’ll wait a while before I go to Palm Springs again. It’s lovely and fun, but I don’t want to overdose like I did on whipped cream. That would be terrifying.

Love,
Orlando

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12 responses to “Palm Springs Overdose

  1. Don’t OD. Looks like fun stuff to do and look at.

  2. Desi McKinnon

    P.S. I want those flamingo shorts too. I’ll bring back my middle school pseudo skater days with those shorts, a bikini top and a ribbed tank to top it all off.

  3. Elisa

    I WANT TO GO THERE!

  4. Robyn

    The Flamingo shorts are fun, but aren’t we all wondering what the guy (blue shorts) on the left of the flamingo shorts is doing?

  5. Noel

    I want to make you and Daniel matching ponchos out of those cat tapestries. Tres luxe.

  6. Did you eat at King’s Highway? That macrame elephant head is freaking amazing. I want to steal it every time I’m there.

  7. I’ve never been to the West Coast…and you’re seriously making me want to hop on the next plane out of Boston!

  8. I’m always happy when I see there’s a new post from you. You’re hysterical and I kinda want to be your best friend.

  9. francine

    orlando. you are the best. you crack me up!

  10. Fab

    Got a TV channel here in Mexico called FOXLife which airs Design Star (a bit outdated, Emily’s season just finished a couple of months ago) and upon further investigation, aka googling ‘emily design star’, found her blog and through her found yours. Thanks for comforting the frustrated inner designer/comedian in me (I’m just a boring engineer), keep up the sarcasm!

    PS Such a shame you’re gay, otherwise I would totally hit on you ;)

  11. Those flamingo shorts are too much to take!! I am obsessed. Just found your blog and I am totally in love.

  12. Dylan Goods

    You can never OD on a Palm Springs so beautiful!

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