Palm Desert: Day 2 - A Shopping (Mis)Adventure

I had a very productive writing session in my hotel room this morning. My goal was to get Chapter 5 started, and then spend this afternoon and evening finishing it. I actually had it written by 10:30am! To reward myself, I decided to revisit the crime scene. Or at least the place that was closed after Spo and I had dinner.

So, what's in the Shag bag?

I couldn't determine whether to buy a coaster or a rocks glass set, so I splurged on one of each that pairs well together. Chances are those glasses will only see milk and orange juice, but I really wanted something to commemorate both meeting Spo and visiting Palm Springs for the first time.

Joann's is closing all of their stores, so I dropped by the local one that's still open for liquidation. I originally wanted to find a Raiders print fabric but then I fell in love with something that harkens to my past. I've owned two later model Camaro Z28s, and I took one of them cruising along Route 66 between Barstow and Victorville a quarter century ago. 

What better way to remember that solitary adventure than by wearing a Spo shirt? I picked up five yards just in case four isn't enough.

As hinted previously, I stopped at The French Corner Cafe for lunch. On the outside it doesn't look like much, but a number of Google reviews mentioned how good the food is. I decided to give it a go.

I started things off with a traditional cappuccino that was both foamy and quite satisfying.

My meal was a smoked salmon croissant with a side salad. I wanted to pair this with a good white wine, but I wilted in 90+ heat for about an hour and a half beforehand so I opted for the cappuccino instead.

I typically bypass desert but this fruit tart called to me. It made the difference between having a good lunch and an amazing one. With a generous tip I spent more than $50 on my meal. I enjoyed the food so much that I'm going there for breakfast tomorrow morning.

When I got back to my hotel, I realized I may have gotten myself into a potentially embarrassing situation. I opened my sling bag and noticed I had a packet of lube but the condom was missing. I believe this happened when I either removed or put away my reading glasses. I'm not doing hookups, but if I meet someone for a date and they're emotionally and physically available I want to be prepared for all possible outcomes.

So now my biggest fear is that one of the cafe workers knows I have a baguette. Breakfast could be quite interesting tomorrow. Ara ara!