The title of this post is a reference to the argument my friend's mom once used to try and convince her that visiting her grandparents in Bakersfield, CA would be a bitchin' good time. We both laughed. Bakersfield sucks.
Anyway, I'm going to the REAL Palm Springs tomorrow with my parents for my mom's 60th. To be more accurate, we're driving there, which is going to take anywhere between 7 hours, 20 minutes and 8 hours (odds are with my dad behind the wheel, it'll be the latter). While I don't relish the thought of trying to sleep in the backseat of my mom's Explorer while the dog farts on me, I am looking forward to the rumored 80 degree temperatures and crazy good vintage stores. I've decided in advance that my period of shopping anorexia must be suspended for this all-too-grand occasion. My bank account is scared.
Below, my "fantasy" luggage, and some of the actual stuff I'm bringing with me. I'm usually a pretty light packer (my claim-to-fame is that I spent six weeks in Europe one summer with a roller suitcase small enough to be considered carry-on luggage). But in this case, I want to have options. One of the saddest parts about being unemployed is that I almost never have an occasion to get dressed. I must take advantage of this opportunity to put my clothing through its paces in front of a real live audience.
Alexander Wang grey t-shirt and turquoise tank; Balmain studded vest and fringed sandals; Wangler shorts; Balenciaga sunglasses; Future Classics dress; Dries Van Noten necklace; Alexis Bittar bangles; Chloe wedges
Also, before I go to sleep tonight, I'm going to download three new albums:
TV on the Radio, Dear Science
Radiohead, In Rainbows
T.I., Paper Trail
Maybe I'll finally get the fucking Free Credit Report commercial out of my head.