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Palm Springs. The land of Sonny Bono, Bob Hope, and countless celebs looking to escape LA for a the quiet, sunnier side of life in California. (Doesn’t hurt that a jaw dropping mountain range surrounds the whole city either). My besties from high school - who I’ve know for over 20years and who loved me when I had huge bangs, bad taste in boys, and even worse taste in dressing (high top sneaks were my obsession) - descended on PS for 5 days and since it is always comical to get friends that old and true together for anything, let alone sun, swim, reminiscing, and a few adult beverages, I thought I would share our photo album with you in a "Top Ten Bestie", list. Here goes:

The view outside the plane while flying from chicago to california. I reckon this is somewhere over the…oh I dunno. My friend Kathy from Ohio (middle school counselor) was traveling with me. We splurged and upgraded to first class so about this time we were on our 2nd cocktail and umpteenth story from the olden days of high school crushes and curfew breaks.

Palm Springs has the best airport ever. I could live there. However where we really lived for our 5 day trip, was a cozy little rental bungalow that just happened to come equipped with a sassy little pool. first night - lots of jet lagged selfies catching up with my posse….this is Christine. She lives in Chicago and works for Budweiser. 

 

First morning, this was my view. I like my coffee with a side of pool, thank  you. Bathing suits were on by 9am. French doors leading to patio were always open and the smell of bacon cooking and java brewing is a special kind of vacation nirvana. Erika (She works for a company that makes top secret government military stuff) is a “clean eater” meaning most things are made from scratch, and she favors little preservatives and chemicals and likes food in its purest form. Translation, she cooked a lot, and breakfast was a bowl full of fresh made granola. (Sidebar, she’s also quite gifted at making potato hash. Yum)

If you have a raft, life is good. The end.

 

There are inevitably silly photos that take place when adult beverages, vacation, and old friends, collide. These are just a sampling. 

Laurie and I moved to NYC right out of college. We were truly young and broke, chasing dreams. Now my girl is an accomplished equine veterinarian(yes, horses and polo ponies) and I might add she is a gifted sweater-sunglasses-wine model who makes “unshowered" look dang fine.

Did I mention I bought all of the girls Isaac Mizrahi PJ’s? We wore them the whole trip.

Friday night, restaurant Eight4Nine. Delicious. And a perfect group shot to boot.

So here’s what happens when you get 6 best friends, endless wine, no curfew, and iPhone apps called Facetune, in one room. It results in giving my friend Erika a total makeover involving glasses, face chiseling, new eyebrows, optic white teeth, and a headband Minnie Mouse would be proud of. 

And finally…a parting shot, the final night. 3 friends huddled in a love squeeze by our fire pit. There is nothing like old friends. You don’t have to explain your quirks, or your passions. You don’t have to win them over. You’re not self conscious, or uneasy. You are family, like blood, and for all your differences, you are bonded like Gorilla glue. And it’s the best feeling ever to know, they are there, no matter what, and they love you, in spite of it all.

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