In July of 1990 Hubby and I decided to go to Palm Springs. I don't really know why we chose to go in the summer. I think I had this idea that Palm Springs was all about green grass and palm trees and sparkling swimming pools, never stopping to realize that a desert is still a desert no matter how many trees you plant.
That being said, we still had a good time. We stayed in a nice hotel that I don't remember the name of. Eighteen years is a long time you know. Anyway, the first day we went to the water park. I had never been to a water park before. The first slide that we chose was an enclosed tube thingy. It was so hot inside, and the chlorine smell was so overpowering, because of the heat, that I thought I would never drop out the other end. The rest of the day, we stuck to open air rides and lazy rivers. To this day, I love water parks.
We spent a lot of time by the pool. We went out for nice dinners and a movie. One day we even became real tourists and took a cheesy tour of 'The Stars Homes.' All it really was was a bus ride down residential streets where said tour guide pointed to houses and said Liberace lives there. Seriously, who knows, anyone could have lived there and we would have believed him.
We were there for three days. While it was hot, it was fun. And my husbands record keeping isn't perfect after all. He doesn't have a price for this trip. Hmmmmm....maybe I should have skipped this post.
Next vacation, August 1990....Lake Tahoe yet again. After this, I promise that we will start to branch out and see more of this great country. Really, I promise.