My husband and I went to Palm Springs for the holiday weekend. Before we left, I suggested we visit Joshua Tree National Park on Thursday. I’ve never been there and I figured Thanksgiving Day would be a good time to go since everyone else would be home eating turkey, plus I thought my husband might find something of interest to photograph. He suggested the Salton Sea for our afternoon excursion. I know absolutely nothing about the place, other than we’ve passed signs for it while driving, so I consulted google images to make a decision about where we would go. Joshua Tree was pretty much what you would expect – an image search for the Salton Sea, however, yielded pictures of abandoned buildings and dead fish. Obviously, I opted to visit Joshua Tree.
On Thursday, when we left for our national park outing, my husband said in a slightly pouty voice, “If it were up to me I’d rather go to the Salton Sea, Joshua Tree is just going to be a bunch of trees.”
Um, that’s true. In fact, I think the trees are the big selling point.
I really should have known he would be more interested in decaying buildings and whatnot, but I wasn’t very jazzed about the idea, so I tried to persuade him one more time, “I don’t want to look at dead fish,” I whined. My husband assured me there wouldn’t be any, so I figured, what the hell? And off we went.
He lied. All I can say about the place was that it smelled horrible. Rotting fish were everywhere and the stench was overpowering – it was certainly a non-traditional way to spend Thanksgiving.
Other than that, the rest of the trip was wonderful. Palm Springs is all kitschy old Hollywood and mid-century decor, and we did a lot of going out and people watching, which is always fun.
When we got back to Pasadena my husband dutifully pulled all my Christmas stuff from storage and put up our tree and lights. He doesn’t give a hoot about any of it, but knows that 1) I love decorating for the holidays, and 2) every year I’m convinced spiders or mice or some other unsavory creature decided to take up residence in the boxes the decorations are stored in, and because of this, I won’t open them on my own.
So he does it, because he’s good like that. Actually, good doesn’t begin to describe it, since not only did he drag all the decorations out and assemble, he volunteered to go to pick up crafty stuff with me. Vol. Un. Teered. On December 1st.
And just so y’all know, that trip was for you guys. I decided I needed a boatload of odds and ends for cocktail garnishes and decorations for pictures. We hit a half dozen places yesterday in my search for red sugar crystals, pinecones, holiday shot glasses, and blah blah blah. The craft store was a war zone. For real. Children were crying. Women were bounding through the aisles with garland and baking items and ornaments. Men cowered in corners, holding onto shopping baskets while praying for their wives and children to hurry the fuck up. It was madness. And we braved it all so I can provide you guys with cocktail recipes. You’re welcome.
All in all the weekend was awesome. The willingness to tackle smelly fish and Michael’s Craft Store? That’s called true love y’all.
Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend, happy Monday!