
Although brief, I was able to spend the morning in Palm Springs, where the temps quickly jumped up to 90 degrees. LA's weather has also been lovely. It hasn't been as hot, but the rain has stopped, the clouds parted, and the sun returned to Southern California. My disposition has improved. My landing at Palm Springs was one of my best of all time. See? My performance improves when the environment is better. I had a nice breakfast at the Jewish deli down the corner and then sat by the pool for a spell. Ah.
Birds were singing, children laughing. The world was happy and gay. And on that note, I will share with you an account of one of Palm Springs biggest annual events -- the White Party. No it's not a gathering of Trump supporters, but rather one of the largest gay extravaganzas in the country. You see, the captain I was flying with had been here during said event and said that she saw photos of men's faces on every door going down the hallway of the hotel. She asked the flight attendant (who had specifically bid to be overnight during the white party) what the photos were for...
He said that you post your picture outside the door and gentleman callers (if you will) peruse the options as they stroll the hallway and will knock on your door if they like what they see. The person inside the room will then check the peephole and decide if they fancy you and welcome you in if the feeling is mutual. It's like Tindr, but with immediate results. I found it all quite fascinating.
Anyway, said event was not happening while I was there, so the atmosphere was fairly mundane. Today it's my leg from PSP to Houston and then we go from Houston to Cincinnati. It is supposed to be rain mixing with snow there, but at least I had some time to soak in the sun before leaving the beautiful weather behind. It is like I am solar powered. There should be enough saved up to get me through Ohio. In any event, I'll be here blogging here for you, as the expression goes, until the cows freeze over.