from dc to dallas to palm springs to dallas to st. louis and back to dc.
palm springs. i think the heat makes the people there crazy, they are eccentric and gay and colorful and in a world of their own.
palm springs. i think the heat makes the people there crazy, they are eccentric and gay and colorful and in a world of their own.
we stayed in a retro hotel in the middle of a desert down the street from liberace's house. most of palm springs is built on an indian reservation and we were very close to palm canyon.
an ancient friendship bracelet ceremony:
palm canyon
arizona through a few filters:
a few facts: our room was constantly stocked with champagne, red velvet cake, water and cheese balls. palms don't sweat in the desert. i'm going to tell people american indians made my new moccasins. at one point on the trip, i found myself laying on my stomach with a lady knee-walking on my back, this is apparently what they call a massage. people don't usually get rufied at the village pub, but they might. i have a free ticket to anywhere.
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