Last week my husband and I went to Palm Springs for a short getaway. The entire town is built around its reputation as a vacation spot to old Hollywood, and practically every place you walk into has some sort of retro motif. We stayed in a 50s themed hotel (the Marilyn, James Dean, and Rat Pack rooms were all booked, of course).

Old Hollywood vomited all over this room.

Here’s what I learned on our trip:

Like an oven.

The whole, ‘yeah it’s hot, but it’s a dry heat’ line people give about desert locations is a bunch of bullshit. Dry heat doesn’t make 110 degree weather bearable. Hell no, it sears your lungs. I’ll take humidity with my scorching heat any day, thank you very much.

The line is to the left, and it was very, very long.

If you put a 26 foot tall statue of Marilyn Monroe in the middle of a plaza, people will line up to stand between her legs and pretend they’re looking up her skirt.

Tell 'em Large Marge sent ya.

As you can see, I'm very excited over the dinosaurs.

My husband and I are totally immature. We have more pics of the dinosaurs from the Robotic Dinosaur Museum than anything else from the trip. What can I say, we both loved Pee Wee’s Big Adventure.

And finally, WTF  is up with this Fifty Shades of Grey book? Yes, yes, I’ve read about the whole phenomenon, but somehow managed to stay blissfully away from it, until this trip. Every tourist there had a copy, women AND men.

Happy Monday.