It’s the first day of summer! That means vacation time! In honor of this special day, I would like to share one of my most memorable summer vacation stories.
The time: Summer, circa 2003
The place: Palm Springs
The vibe: Hotter than shit
The participants: Me and my kick-ass mom
The (approximate) conversation, as we are checking into the “bungalow” at our hotel:
Mom: Oh, how quaint. We’re in the “Lana Turner” suite!
Me: Yeah, this place supposedly has a lot of Old Hollywood history.
Mom: Hmmm. That’s kind of odd. There’s a framed photo of Edward Scissorhands on the wall.
Me: Great. That should lull me into some sweet nightmares tonight.
Mom: There’s also a picture of Sarah Jessica Parker.
Me: And Princess Diana.
Mom: (now in the bathroom) And here’s a male ballet dancer.
Me: Interesting choice of photography for a hotel room.
Mom and Me: Hmmm.
We then go about our business of sunbathing, eating, shopping and generally sweating for the next few days until we check out.
Mom: Oh. My. God.
Mom: Look at that sign. Didn’t we see that when we checked in? (Sign: Home of Palm Springs’ first gay and lesbian condo community.)
Me: Apparently not. So that explains the pictures in our room.
Me: Those are all gay icons. The gays love their SJP.
Mom: So this entire week the staff here probably thought that I was your older lesbian lover?
Me: I’m afraid so, Mom.
Mom: Now THAT is funny.