Taco To-Day: The Palm Springs Edition

Technically I only had tacos once this week, but I did stop at a Del Taco, so I took a picture of the cup.

Iced Tea. Not a taco. 

One of my very best friends is getting married in October and we went to celebrate with a bachelorette weekend in Palm Springs... and on the way my travel companions and I needed refreshments.

September 9, 2012. Fuck you. 

As I reflect on this and my trip to Vegas last August, someone needs to explain to me why there isn't a warning that pops up when booking travel to the desert during certain seasons with flashing red lights screaming: "IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MORE THAN 100 DEGREES!! Are you really sure you want to go there?" And then you should have to click "yes" and then it should come up with another pop up that says "SERIOUSLY?" And sure, the answer in both cases would be "yes," but at least I'd feel warned.

Remember Olestra and when the fat free chips came out and the bag warned you of loose stool? You might have still eaten the chips, but at least you knew... (I hope you didn't eat the chips made from Olestra, because, really, no food packaging should ever warn you about your bowels... ever... that's just a little life tip from me to you.)

Also not a taco.

I packed a suitcase full of shirts, shorts, tanks, and skirts and pretty much just wore a swim suit and sometimes my favorite t-shirt over the suit to keep my back and shoulders from burning... and because I get body-shy.

Sometimes I'm great at loving me for all my curves and angles. Sometimes I just want to cover up. And other times, as I've mentioned before, I'll let high school students shadowing my gynocologist take a look at my cervix. (Does my cervix look fat in this IUD?) I'm jealous of women who accept their bodies and wear bikinis. Why I've never in my life been able to show my belly in a bathing suit is possibly a topic for my therapist, but since I so rarely need that particular confidence, I'll probably stick to talking about sabotaging relationships (and avoiding that behavior) and how to not stab my boss with a pen... as these seem like more important life skills at the moment.

Anyway, I spent the weekend with 11 beautiful women in swimsuits, in 100+ degree heat, ate amazing food, drank wine/champagne/sangria/margaritas/beer (sometimes as early as noon... but never mixed together), and learned wonderful food/beauty/life tips. The bride and my two travel companions I've known since 1st and 2nd grade; the maid of honor went to High School with us. Seven of the other women I've met once or never. And it was amazing.

Beauties.

It was one of those weekends that reminds you how beautiful life and great people can be (old and new friends alike)... and I'm currently having post-vacation blues. So I'll end with the yummy shrimp tacos I ate this week at a wonderful little mexican joint in Palm Springs.

Maybe not pretty, but definitely delicious.