Desert Songs: Cracker and CVB at Pappy and Harriet's
Friday: Left at noon, thinking we'd beat the Labor Day traffic. The trip to Palm Springs is "normally" one hour and forty five minutes. It took us four hours. At least the first hour or so __ Facetimed with ___ so it was a nice little family moment.
Around four, we checked into the Hotel Hipster, freshened up, and headed right back out to Pioneertown.
We got to Pappy and Harriet's 40 minutes later and snagged a table without having to wait. We skipped lunch in anticipation of the inevitably heavy dinner which was worth it. Instead of going for BBQ ike last year, I tried the steak quesadilla. So good. After dinner we went for a walk to ai digestion and pepper Pioneertown with ads New Roman Times, complete with scannable QR code that led to my Amazon page.
After 45 minutes we were no longer pregnant with Tex-Mex and went back to P&H, sat nursing a drink and meeting some of the other "Crumbs," who drove from far and wide for the annual Campout. Cracker and Camper Van Beethoven fans are fascinating lot. The bands have been around long enough to have gained a whole new generation of fans; it really feels like a three-day family reunion full of some really warm people.
The bands rocked as always.
It's fun watching them outside under the stars. Living in L.A. it's easy to forget there are stars. I was too busy gazing at them to attempt a picture but they would have just looked like smeared balls of light. I don't have fourteen different apps to improve them.
Despite getting back to the hotel late, and despite the long drive, I was wide awake at five AM. I had to wait two hours before Hotel Hipster's restaurant was open so I could get coffee. The only issue with the hotel was that it's a bit far from downtown Palm Springs. It's weird saying that as it's only two miles; normally we'd walk no problem. But when it's 112 out, you don't wanna do that. And by "you," I mean "me."
Got to catch up with D and wife over breakfast before we got back on the road. Palm Springs is one of those places I love every time I visit. For a few hours I fantasize about buying a place and renting it out when I'm not there. But then I remember there are no ad agencies there and did I mention I hate hot weather? Not to mention the lack of rain. Life's better with rain.