Palm Springs: Mrs. Bulldog Bachelorette party

After an abysmal night at the antique river lodge I finally escaped Utah and made it to Palm Springs. By the time I got a cab, put my things in our hotel room, changed and got to the pool everyone had already been there about an hour. My inspired plan was to quickly drink a few drinks and catch up to the other girls, now remember this is coming from someone who does not drink very often.



So I started drinking quickly but there were other things not in my favour that day besides to much alcohol. Did I mention that it was 103 degrees! It was so hot that you could not walk on the cement, so hot that I brushed against the metal rail to get into the pool and got a third degree burn on my leg, so hot that the bus-boys started dumping ice in the pool to keep it from boiling over, so hot that the PLASTIC CUPS WERE MELTING.



What I did not realize in my intoxicated state was that I should be alternating my margaritas with glasses of water. It was hot and I was getting dehydrated baking in the sun but instead of hydrating with water in my thirst I reached for more margaritas. The group pretty much stayed in the pool the entire time surrounded by noodles which were a super convenient way to prevent all the drunks from drowning. I found them very helpful. Hotel Zoso I want to thank you for helping me stay above water in the pool.



By the time we got out of the pool to get ready to go to dinner and continue our bachelorette party extravaganza I was the one complaining that we needed to stay just for a little longer and as I shouted “I was born drinking” my friends knew that I was toast. They kindly convinced me to return to the room. I think they offered cookies. Which was very smart of them

Trying to get ready I knew I was in trouble. I was dizzy, my stomach felt like crap and really I was having a little bit of trouble walking. I ranted at myself for being so stupid why oh why did I not plan a little better and pace myself. We still had dinner and the clubs to get through and I knew it was going to be a very long long night. All I wanted to do was crash on the bed but I sucked it up, pulled myself together and forced myself to go to dinner. See here in this photo I am smiling but on the inside I was a mess. I am pretty proud of this shot I actually look happy.



I did make it to dinner, I even managed to eat some of my food but by the end of the meal my friends convinced me to give up the fight. I wished Ms. Bulldog a great time at the clubs and took myself off to bed. Lesson learned, when in Palm Springs in the summer ALTERNATE DRINKS!