This past weekend I road-tripped out to Palm springs for my oldest sister's bachelorette. Between the traffic, rotten potatoes, beer breaks in the middle of nowhere, 105 degree heat, bikinis, orange jello shots, naked back-flips into the pool, penis-shaped cake, Vino Verde spritzers, four disposables cameras, smoked trout hash and fried eggs, and naked cartwheels we had an O.K. time.
