I’ll especially treasure the downtime. The first night we were in Palm Springs, Marc, Dean and I went to Melvyn’s which is one of the oldest fine dining restaurants here. Marc laughed when I gasped, “I think this is where Miss Havisham died.” The decor was so victorian and gaudy. I apologized that I should have picked a different restaurant, but what it lacked in style, it heartily made up for in taste. Marc and Dean picked everything on the menu that could be served tableside. Tableside steak and tableside chocolate flambe. The steak was orgasmic.
Thursday night, the three of us plus Tara enjoyed dining al fresco at Tropicale. Later that night, Erika joined for drinks at Marc’s room at the Ace Hotel where we drank until 2am. Every day starting Friday through Sunday, we ate at Cheeky’s for breakfast, brunch, or lunch. 5 of us on Friday. The majority of my friends on Saturday. 9 of us on Sunday.
I loved that on the wedding night, I got to have real conversations with people at the post-party at the Ace Suite. It dwindled down to Marc, Conrado, the bride and groom and we could not stop laughing hysterically until 4am.
Those are my favorite memories.