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hotel california

You guys want to know the best way to kick off the summer and get in some relaxation after a hectic month of touring?  I’m pretty sure it’s two days in Palm Springs.  I met up with a handful of my girlfriends (including Hillary of Thoreau’s Daughter) at the Ace Hotel on Friday night for a weekend of drinking, tanning, and relaxing.

The Ace Hotel is pretty aggressively hip, which can give pause to a decidedly non-hipstery-type like me, but it’s cool and unpretentious and the grounds are absolutely incredible.  Killer pool, gorgeously appointed rooms, really accommodating staff, sick midcentury modern-style architecture…heaven, basically.

Dressing for Palm Springs is easy: flip-flops, shorts, loose tops and big sunglasses. Honestly, for 90% of the time I was there this was the extent of my “outfit”:

My roommate Farron stepped it up a bit when we went out for dinner.  I love her loose, gauzy see-through skirt and punches of chartreuse:


Hillary gave us all friendship bracelets to commemorate our weekend. We’ll be wearing them all summer long. Feels kinda ’90s and I like it!  Hillary also wrote about our weekend over at her blog, Thoreau’s Daughter.


This is how I know I must be home again…sob sob.

My next jaunt out of town isn’t until August, which is both a drag and a relief.  Looking forward to spending this weekend at home in Long Beach (I haven’t had a weekend at home since before I left for Las Vegas!), daydreaming about all the places I want to go next.  You guys up to anything good this summer?

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what I’ve been up to, part 1

Part of the reason I took a couple of months off from blogging is because I was incredibly busy traveling with my all-girl Cock Sparrer tribute band, Cunt Sparrer.

Over Memorial Day weekend we attended the 13th Annual Punk Rock Bowling festival in Las Vegas, and it was an intensely epic weekend. I ended up in a wheelchair and lost a ton of money, but I got to see Cock Sparrer, we played a rad club show, and Blag Dahlia sat on my lap, so it pretty much evened out.

So much fun! Meeting everyone was amazing, and being in a wheelchair the whole weekend was a pretty crazy social experiment. The tourists in the casinos were rude and gave me a real wide birth, but every punk in Vegas was ready at a moment’s notice to give me a hand. Whoever said punks are mean had it totally wrong — punks are lovers, it’s everyone else who sucks!