She's Back!

Nice to know that I can leave the front door unlocked - kinda like in Canada!

Thanks to those of you who took advantage of the opportunity to guest post here. I'm somewhat surprised at how well you all behaved.

Mopsie: Grandpa? Swat! Have you considered that you might have too much time on your hands? But you out did yourself with the Cindy Crawford thing. I'm going to hold onto that image in my head for little awhile... Yeah, that's nice.. You left out the Palm Springs Celebrity Tours where you get to ride on a big bus for several hours just to take pictures of walled compounds. But I'd skip it and go for the Jeep Tour for a real desert experience.

JadedJu: It's all true. Sad and true. Let's get it straight though.. I'm actually 18 and legal. That kind of misunderstanding can get a girl in trouble. I can answer your question about where the water comes from. Palm Springs is a naturally occurring oasis. The Coachella Valley is situated on a massive aquifer... Hence the "springs" in Palm Springs. You can actually visit the original springs in the Spa Hotel. The native tribe here is the Agua Caliente (hot water). They consider the natural hot springs here to be sacred and healing. Water is a huge issue in CA - no doubt. I agree with you about gratuitous water use. The aquifer is replenished from the Colorado River, but not at the same rate it's being drawn out... blah blah blah... I could go on but I can see people are nodding off already.

Mopsa: They're cousins! Identical cousins! I can't believe you told everyone that I used to get stoned! What about my wholesome image? What will my mother say? No scavenger hunt story? Damn I was hoping you might clear up a few foggy memories I have of that night... And for the record, I can't stand curry chicken any more.

So anyway, I'm back and I had a great time. Well, except for these fucking hives I've had since I woke up on Thursday. My histamines are totally out of control. In spite of repeated Benadryl popping, I'm covered head to toe with red welts. And I'm itchy. Very itchy. That made the awards dinner I went to pretty interesting... "Nice to meet you, pardon me while I scratch my ASS!"

I feel pretty, oh so pretty...