We're off to the "Golf"!

The morning of our departure to Palm Springs dawned sunny and bright. We jumped in a cab and headed to the Hertz rental lounge out at the airport. We had everything pre booked and even pre paid so it wasn't long till we were sitting in our little Nissan with a tank full of petrol and detailed instructions on how to get where we wanted to go, courtesy of Google.

The drive was a pretty one. A few hills, some desert, lots of windmills. It took us just under 3 hours and while my experience of driving on the left hand side of the car is pretty limited, I was pretty happy with how it went. We arrived safe and sound at our very swanky hotel, Hotel Zoso (dumb name, nice place).

Palm Springs is a nice town. Full of a fascinating mixture of older retired couples, gay men, and families. The Dinah Shore week sees a huge influx of gay woman as well for all the same reasons that we were there.

We had four days in Palm Springs. Full of shopping, lounging by the pool, people watching, chatting to people from around the States, Canada and Australia and amazingly no golf. In fact the one time we mentioned golf to someone they gave us a very blank look!

I guess the main reason people come here is for the atmosphere. To be in a place where for a few days you are no longer the minority, but instead the majority, was a really great feeling. Palm Springs was a fantastic host and the area is very open in its desire to keep the thousands of woman who spend millions of dollars coming back. I know I will, though the trip from NZ is a rather expensive one.

Interestingly enough, and this might only make sense to people who watch the L Word, the woman were not what I expected. Some were what I'd consider regular types, but a lot of them looked like the models and want to be actresses that they no doubt are. A lot of woman from LA come to this weekend and it was fascinating to see that the type of people portrayed on the show actually exist.

I'll do a separate post for the party blow by blows, but I just wanted to get some thoughts down about the event and place before they faded like a dream.