Last weekend I took a trip to Palm Springs/Yucca Valley with some of my best pals to celebrate babies, birthdays and just other regular life stuff. It was amazing, and I’m still coming down from the high of hanging out with some of my favorite people in one of my favorite places. We stayed with my crazy beautiful auntie Jules who lives outside of Yucca Valley about 10 miles. Technically in Rimrock, just past Pioneertown, if we’re talking logistics. Take a right at the tumbleweed and a left at the 82nd joshua tree, kinda living. It’s out there. She so very kindly hosted us at her vacation rental house, which is conveniently situated right across the “street” from her house. For 3 days we wandered back and forth down the sandy dirt road between the two houses and got completely lost in the beauty and quiet of the high desert. Except… when we weren’t quiet. Which was often.
I can’t even explain how much I love spending time there. For the most part, there’s no cell reception, which is just sort of everything. And as I mentioned, it’s so damn quiet. Save for the neighbor’s rooster who really has no sense of timing. Also, the STARS. The stars just show off out there, totally strutting their stuff. We definitely saw some galaxies and shit. But there’s just something about being out in the middle of the desert, away from all the buzz and hum of regular life that makes you appreciate life. It just gives you the ability to THINK about appreciating life. Ya know?
I’d been jonesing for some real productive girl’s time lately. You know the kind where you start talking and don’t stop for 72 hours? Every man’s worst nightmare. But last weekend lived up to every ounce of expectation I had for us to just, word vomit all over each other. In the most ladylike way possible, of course. I have to say that I have an amazing group of friends – they are by far the most intelligent, driven and beautiful people that I know. And every time I hang out with them, I leave feeling inspired. To be a better person, to live healthier, to find joy in my family and career…. this time I also left feeling like I need the next 7 weeks to fly by so I can have a damned glass of damn wine dammit. Because being the DD is getting a little old?
Speaking of which, you may ask yourself why a 7.3 months pregnant lady would choose Palm Springs as her vacation destination in mid-July, and the answer is whatever. I’d been wanting to see auntie and my gals and it worked out just so. Plus, I still haven’t gotten to the point where I’m cursing the heat. Yet.
We took a trip to the Integratron, which is just past the 12th palm tree and over the 72nd hill in Landers. Have you been? The sound bath experience is freaking crazy amazing. You hang out in this sound chamber that supposedly has these special geomagnetic forces and lay down with a bajillion pillows while someone plays crystal bowls and it’s just like this mind explosion for your nervous system. Pure hippie heaven. If you’re juuuust pregnant enough you’ll want to find that special position on your side and pass out for 20 minutes before your bladder starts barking. Which will happen if you indulge in the Integratron well water. The Integratroners are ALL about their well water. Or something.
Did I mention that Jules has 4 dogs? FOUR. Snuggle heaven. We spent our last night at Pappy and Harriet’s in Pioneertown, which is just the ultimate high desert experience. With some pretty great mac and cheese if I do say so. The best kind of way to wrap up a weekend with a bunch of crazy bia’s.
Until next time, sweet sunset.
THANK YOU Julesy, for the best baby shower weekend. You are one in a million. OMGMF! xo