The perfect setting for a birthday party with an Arabian Nights theme is the oasis in the desert: Palm Springs. This past Thursday evening O celebrated his 50th birthday with 80 costume clad friends at the restaurant Vallauris. (In my costume I could have been mistaken for Mother Theresa.) A small orchestra played Arab music, a belly-dancer belly danced and the birthday boy gave a warm heartfelt speech thanking certain persons who had been important to him since his arrival 15 years ago from France. The French know how to give a good party. Food, wine, music and interesting guests. A DJ played music for the partygoers and we danced till "dawn". (Dawn being 11:30 PM Palm Springs time).
Friday and Saturday afternoons M and I buzzed around the desert discovering an interesting diversification of small shops and restaurants while we were driving from Palm Springs to La Quinta. Dined at restaurants "Shame on the Moon" and "Trio" with friends and ended up after dinner Saturday night at a fun bar on Highway 111 appropriately named "One Eleven". I think the name means that one out of eleven persons is under 60 years old. They don't call Palm Springs "The Elephants Graveyard" for nuthin.
About Me
- bhbum
- Beverly Hills, California, United States
- I grew up in Minneapolis and left as soon as I found out there was another place (age 18 to New York). I have had and do have an incredible life. Ever changing. I appreciate all of the wonderful things that have been given to me and hope to share them with others. There are angels watching over me - of that I am sure.
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