In hindsight, perhaps “desert oasis” is just the teensiest bit redundant. But, as I’m writing this post at 1:00 am, I am too tired to go back and change it. The perfectionist in me is just going to have to deal.
Last weekend, 9 ladies took a trip to Palm Springs to catch the last bit of summer {100+ degree heat no less}, catch up and reconnect, and to celebrate birthdays and milestones. Yes, I’m officially 30.
The drink of choice was a grayhound, the outfits were stylish, the magazines aplenty, and we took a lot of pictures of palm trees. Turns out I love the desert this time of year. Not that that’s really a surprise or anything. Bring the heat, I can take it.
Click image to enlarge! Yes Dad, that’s me manning the grill.
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