At the beginning of March, to celebrate the last days of Christina's singledom, we (sisters and friends) rendezvoused in the desert mecca of Palm Springs for a weekend of relaxation, poolside cocktails, yoga, food, and girl time.
We rented a midcentury house for the weekend and succeeded in keeping the shenanigans a secret from Miss Chris until the moment of her arrival. (Francis, ze fiance, actually photoshopped a fake hotel reservation and drove our pawn right to the house under the guise of a self-guided architecture tour. Brilliant!)
I was much too busy doing nothing to be doing something like taking pictures, so here's a barebones account of our time in PS. Deal.
Allie, in from AZ, helping with preparations (plus Mom's orchid).
Approaching dusk in PS, and the stylish house across the street.
A trip to the renowned Parker Hotel
Starting Sunday morning right
Walking around downtown Palm Springs
Aaaand a necessary trip to In-n-Out on the way home.
A pretty fine weekend, indeed. Mention must be given to Mom, party planner extraordinaire, whose dessert spread and thoughtful gift bags dazzled our senses and made for a proper party. 'Twas a hit! We should do this more often...