Literally, the face of the sun.
I sort of lied. I'm actually going to Palm Desert, not Palm Springs. They're right next to each other, but no one has ever heard of Palm Desert so I got tired of explaining it to people everytime they asked. Are you wondering what the pool looks like that I'll be tanning next to? I know you are.
I forgot to mention that I saw March of the Penguins yesterday! It's just as great as everyone is saying.
Of course, it's a little more sad than I thought it would be. Not overall, but you know, it's life and death. There was a little girl, maybe four or five years old, in the row behind me who started sobbing at one point, crying, "Mommy! What happened to the baby!?" So there's frozen baby penguins on the screen in front of me and a little girl's heart breaking behind me. I nearly lost it.
But I think the National Geographers went to great lengths not to dwell on the violence of being a wild animal, and instead focus on the love and loss and joy and struggle of the penguins, which is quite moving.
Oh, I got a pedicure yesterday. The girl raised my foot to pumice it and said, "Oh, what happened?" I said, "Um, this happened." Gross, a month later and I'm still recovering from those blisters. At least I got some money out of it.
I'm off to pack. I may or may not be blogging, depending on whether the Marriott has free internet access. (The Marriott in Oakland wanted $1 a minute, which I could rack up pretty quickly. Twenty bucks to check my email? No way.)
Check you guys later!