June 8

The next day, my mother and I went to Palm Springs to look around, even though we only stayed for about a half hour in the city proper because my mother gets lost ALL THE TIME and SO EASILY. Here are some pictures of that:




I like the parallels between these two photos.


The Sonny Bono statue on the Palm Springs Walk of Fame.


You thought I was kidding about that, right? Nope. I think the stars are gay icons or financial contributors to the city. I can't imagine that Marlene Dietrich actually ever went to Palm Springs. There's just not much to do there.


The drive back through windmill country.

I had dinner with Tal's family too, and he came up with this interesting fruit-faced fellow:


He ate his before I could take a picture, so I duplicated it.

I then went with Samantha to Ventura to her parents' house, and we baked. She took care of her chinchilla and cats, and this is the chinchilla, Ashou:


Cute fella.

We made petit-fours, which were not as successful as the ones we made the following day, but bear with me. This is the one I ate half of. (They're about an inch squared; you can imagine how sweet they are if I could only eat half of that.)


He's the crazy-eyed one. You can see more of the ones we made on the following day.