i was first to arrive at the citrus house in palm springs.
and since i'd accidently forgotten my swim costume i plunged into the pool without it before the rest of the art posse got there.
promise me you will NOT try and visualize that in your mind. okay?
it was exhilarating. i made lemonade with lemons i picked from the tree in the yard.
i sat in all the chairs. sampled the beds. found the bikes (!) looked in all the cabinets. walked all over the yard and admired the succulents. turned lights on and off. looked in the freezer. opened drawers. closed them. sat at the desk. opened the blinds.
you know. just the usual stuff you do when you get to a vacation rental.
although my pictures show otherwise it was dark by then. we headed out for margaritas & dinner. carol & pam ordered the 27 oz. margs. i had ordered the 12 oz. but they insisted i get a BIG one. so i did. this would turn out to be somewhat regrettable.
on our way back home only 1 out of the 3 of us were still strapped and loaded. the other 2 left their uncomfortable brassiers back at the restaurant. i won't say who. i won't say where. i just won't.
we gathered in the living room for a a night of hilarity. blind sketching like i had watched carla do HERE.
and lots of yackity yacky yack.
all of that.
don't try and draw a duck-billed platypus with your eyes closed after drinking margaritas. just don't.
2 of the 3 of us snored unnecessarily loud that night. 1 of us sleepwalked. someone else had a lucid dream.
the next morning 2 of us went to get coffee and croissants and cinammon rolls while the other one rummaged through our stuff and read our journals.
it was a bright blue glittering day.
someone left the house in her pajamas and house shoes.
but at least she was wearing a brassiere.
part 2 tomorrow!