Ok, so correct me if I am wrong, but when thoughts of Palm Springs come to mind, the only illustrations popping up are palm trees, sunshine, martinis, and rocks. Though thats minimal, it's also the perfect remedy for a long work week, even if only for a day.
So last friday night I had tickets to the Dodger game in LA, and as bad as I needed a trip back to my hometown, it was storming like a damn hurricane.
Rain, wind, and America's worst drivers on the 10 freeway lost its appeal incredibly quick.
I had to make a decision though. I had that Saurday off, so of course, anyone with a full time job knows those are very precious days.
And then my mother called. After 5 minutes of convincing me that a martini and suntan sesh was the answer to all my problems, I agreed.
So the adventure began at 4pm Friday. I decided to take the back road from Carlsbad, up through Temecula, and over the hills and into the desert. Great plan. So I thought.
As im driving through the fabulous wineries in Temecula, and passing rolling hill after rolling hill, I was hopeful for the weather! No rain, no wind, just fog. But it's fog, no big deal. We in California deal with bigger issues, like what to dress our dogs in when its foggy.
So I'm driving along, belting out Jessie J, celebrating the fact that I was about 30 minutes away, and all I had to go through was the mountain pass.Now when I started up this windy road, the sunshine was peeking through the clouds, all was right in the world. And then, boom pow surprise. Full. Blown. Snow. Storm.
Now when I say snow storm, I am not exagerrating. We are talkin wind, no visibility, snow, and you couldnt even see the road. If there were ever a time for chains, this probably wouldve been the time.
Being a Sex and the City girl at heart, yes, you could say I was having a moment. This included calling my mom, my cousin, my sister, my best friend, and my boyfriend. Upon getting an answer from my boyfriend, I proceeded to explain to him that I would die up there. Alone. In the mountains of Palm Springs.
You could understand why that statement would be laughable.
So I continued to drive like Indiana Jones, nervously sing "Upgrade U" by Beyonce, and balance my thoughts between death and a career as an R&B/ hip hop star.
After manuevering, driving in reverse for 2 miles, running over a boulder, sliding down a hill in my Jeep, and screaming to myself how badly I wanted to live so I could enjoy one final Happy Hour with my mom- I made it. I made it down the hill. In one piece. Hair in place, lipstick on. I was the champion. Well, in my world.
Jump to five hours later...
Martini in hand, feet by the fire, playing catch up with mom, and still couldnt help thinking to myself that Beyonce would have been proud of my performance, all weather disasters aside.
Also these were taken before the chaos. Not during. Im not that much of a wimp.