Amanda Kyme and I go way back. I’ll never forget the ear to ear grin across John Taylor’s face as the beautiful blonde followed him onto the Duran Duran tour bus in December 1982. We’ve been great friends ever since, and traveled to many corners of the globe together, so when she hit LA this week – it really didn’t take much persuading to get me to take a road trip for old time sake.
It was fun to make a Thelma and Louise type escape to Palm Springs (thankfully omitting the cliff diving at the end). The two hour drive flew by while we caught up (speed demon Amanda behind the wheel didn’t hurt either), and the infamous wind farm was waving a welcoming hello before we knew it.
Famished, we stopped off at the Parker for an aperitif and an artichoke and portobello eggs Benedict brunch. I always find the John Adler Mid-Century influenced interiors there SO uplifting and conducive to a little more property hunting with my favorite desert realtor, Bryan Dearden. The patient man has taken me to see over 30 properties, but I haven’t found quite the right one yet – I will!
Next stop, we checked into the fabulous Palm Colony Hotel designed by another long-time friend, Martyn Lawrence-Bullard – who informed me he’s beginning renovations on the downtown hotel yet again – as it will soon become the new Soho House in the desert. Palm Springs is growing hipper by the moment. Then we did a spot of shopping on El Paseo in Palm Desert, dinner in downtown Palm Springs, and poked around the tourist shop for souvenirs.
I slept like a baby, and woke with a smile on my face looking out at the glorious mountains, then scarfed down a delicious bowl of granola, sheeps yogurt and fresh fruit by the pool before swimming a few laps. My ideal start to the day! Then it was time to show my friend a few more of the local sites…
First stop, Frank Sinatra’s grave in Rancho Mirage so Amanda could pay her respects to one of her her idols. Not a huge fan of hanging out in cemeteries, I have to admit this one is a particularly beautiful and peaceful one. Frank’s family and friends are all around him, and Sunny Bono is not far away.
Time to lift the mood again, so off we went to Sunnylands. I could while away my days quite easily in those gardens and Amanda was equally enthralled with the place. I’d hoped that since the season was drawing to a close – we might be able to nab a couple tickets to see the house. Unfortunately, no such luck, but it does give us a good excuse to return again.
After a late lunch, our journey had come to an end. Next time we both want to stay longer to relax and lounge by the pool, but there is something so impishly fun about taking off on whim like that mid-week, even if it is a quick one.
So, we chalked up a few more lovely fond memories before hitting the road (and appalling traffic) again – arriving just in time to cap the evening off with a divine dinner at the Fig and Olive back in West Hollywood, with still more friends. Such a great 24 hour detour from the grind of everyday life!