Yeah, so, I think I have finally cooled down from our weekend trip to Palm Springs.
It was damn, damn, DAMN hot. I think it was 113 degrees one day. You’d think that growing up in Concord and going to college in Chico would prepare me for that kind of heat. Yeah, not so much. When I wasn’t in the pool, I was in the air-conditioned house. Even Homer got in the pool, sort of.
We did venture out of the pool and house once. We went to a dinosaur park run by some freaky creationist. It’s the same dino park that was featured in the comedic masterpiece, “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.”
Oh, by the way, you know that it’s a long drive to Palm Springs from San Francisco, right? It’s like 8 hours or more. Now make that drive with a wiener dog and 7 months along pregnant lady who has to pee every five seconds. Surely this is the year the voting members of Academy stops ignoring mighty, mighty good man David and give him his long overdue Husband of the Year award.
On the drive, we didn’t want to run down the battery on our phones and the iPod, so we spent a lot of time listening to the radio. Somewhere around Fresno I found a radio station that was having an ’80s night, which meant that David listened to his yappy wife go on and on:
- “Remember this song?”
- “This song reminds me of the time …”
- “Did you ever see the video for this song?”
- “You know, I think this is my third favorite ’80s song about masturbation.”
I know, right? I AM totally fun to travel with.
David didn’t do all the driving, just so you know. I think we split it up pretty evenly. In fact, most of the time I preferred to drive. If I wasn’t driving then that meant I had to sit in the passenger seat with Homer on my lap. And, well, my lap is kinda crowded these days. Poor Homer. He just couldn’t get comfortable with my big, fat pregnant belly kept getting in the way. Poor me. I had Homer kicking me on the outside and spawn kicking me from the inside. Good times!
Yes, it was hot, and yes, it was a long drive; however, we had a fabulous time in Palm Springs. Big thanks to good buddies Corso, Jen, Katherine, Roger, Sass and Beegs for all the fun! They are good people. They didn’t laugh too hard, I’m sure, while they were boozing it up in the hot tub at 10:30 p.m. while I was falling asleep on the couch because I’m a tired, lame pregnant lady.
The house we stayed in was, well, cool and kinda strange. For example, the room David and I stayed in had this on the wall:
Here’s the story of a weirdly decorated bedroom …
There are photos a plenty on The Sonia Show Flickr page for your amusement, including a shot of me in my maternity bathing suit and glamorous floppy hat. I’m super brave for posting a photo of myself in a bathing suit, let alone a maternity bathing suit, on the Internet, especially since I have a history of angry, assy commenters who love nothing more than to call me a fat cow every chance they get. Of course, their comments usually look like this: “Your a fat cow.” It’s difficult to feel insulted by someone who uses the incorrect “you’re.”