If husbands are away or boyfriends are No Longer In The Picture there are two ways to address Valenthymes: sulk and eat Ben + Jerry's whilst watching Love Actually -or- squeeze your winterflesh into a bikini and head to the Ace Hotel in Palm Springs. Which is what I did with some ya-yas on Saturday. The Ace being the Ace, dogs are allowed, so Dolly and the Biscuit came along.
The Ace encourages best friends to jump on beds with dogs.
And it encourages the use turntables so thoughtfully installed in the bedrooms.
We listened gleefully. To Cat Stevens. And the Cars. (My mom LOVES the Cars.) We ate modestly, pinching hard-earned pennies.
At night the lovers and the lovelorn found quiet places to talk. Us girls, we hot-tubbed, which seems to be a common theme on ya-ya adventures. You know, the Ace used to be a Ho-Jo. That's part of its charm.
The desert being the desert, the weather was precociously warm for February. So the next morning we all went to the pool. The Ace being the Ace, they ran out of breakfast. So we considered hijacking the love bus.
Finally we got something to eat. Finally it was time to pack up. Finally it was time to head back up the mountain to Joshua Tree, back to the studio, back to work.
But my, was it a treat to spend a night with friends. With dogs.