cocktails for two

Palm Springs is also a bit like Stepford. Green lawns are immaculate, teeth are shiny, hair is glossy. The only thing we poor Brits have to be slightly happier about is that not everyone is thin.

We drove in yesterday mid morning, to miss the Pride Parade by about an hour. Still, no matter. We love our impossibly camp and gorgeous hotel, the Viceroy, and having dumped our bags, went in search of cocktails and some people watching.


We reckoned without what seems to us blistering heat, and eventually, we trotted back to wait for our room by the pool. There are worse fates.
Our new room overlooking the pool was suitably fabulous, rather like the margarita that Fiona indulged in. After suitable ablutions, we headed out into the cooling night to eat at Palm Springs' local good time joint, Las Casuelas Terraza. This was a place with a good, good live band, enormous plates of food and cocktails that came in goldfish bowls. Karen's dad, and many of our friends, would have had a ball. As indeed, we did.