Back from Palm Springs *hiccup* pretty much in one *hiccup* piece.

So much happened in Palm Springs (such as me - I was a nightmare Saturday night), but the only thing I really feel like typing is that I drove all the way home in David's car. I've never driven a stick-shift before, and actually do that at 90 miles an hour for a 150-mile trip - thrilling!!!

Other things worth remembering:

David and I went to the aerial tramway up the mountains right outside Palm Springs, I think they were the San Jacinto Mtns. What a beautiful site. It's amazing how the vegetation grows in only specific elevations, and as we were going up, we could see where one type of flora stopped growing, and another began. I was also overwhelmed by how the pine trees can grow into the side of a mountain. David and I theorized about plate tectonics and mountain birth. I want to go again with Zap and take pictures, as well as watch the movie the tramway has about how it was built. While we were in the bar having a cocktail to calm our nerves (there were these 8 year-old harpies shreiking and cackling the whole ride up), I mentioned to David that there should be available alcohol in pill form in time like we just experienced; being trapped in something the size of a coffin with annoying children. I thought I had a wonderful entrepreneurial idea until David reminded me about Valium.

I got really drunk and really paranoid on Saturday night. I was upset for several reasons: I had never really seen Kelly in the light of day pre-festivities (read: alcohol). I wasn't really impressed, but I still wanted him to want me (I am such a woman!) to satisfy my own ego. It doesn't hurt that he's really well hung (figuratively hurt I suppose), and that is a hard description to earn from me, no pun intended. Anyway, apparantly he's been boinking some strange fellow from a bar, and I was completely unimpressed with the guy. I was like, "hell, you might as well do me if you're doing THAT thing." (I was really bitchy, but don't think I said that outloud; I didn't) None of this is worth remembering, but Saturday night, in a moment of stupidity, or maybe just an extreme stupid move among many mundane ones, I went outside to take a hit of pot. When it came my turn, I took a deep breath and had to immediately cough, and that I did - right back into the pipe. The cherry went flying, mouths dropped, and I followed the trail of the cherry, a trail as captivating as a falling star, until it flickered out. As everyone's mouths were still dropped, with a wave of my hand I nonchalantly said, "Oh that happens all the time; pack the pipe with some more," handed the pipe off to someone, and staggered back into the bar as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary.

Sunday morning, poolside with a bottle of champagne and a pitcher of orange juice: Kelly was complaining about the whorrors of dating, ending his diatribe with, "Who needs a relationship!" I looked at him and grabbed my champagne class and quipped, "I have a relationship."