Thursday night Price gave me my 33rd birthday present- dinner at The Parker! When she asked what I wanted this year I suggested skipping material items and doing dinner tête-à-tête while I was in Palm Springs.
I hadn't been to Jonathan Adler's The Parker Hotel yet so we booked a table for two and told them we were celebrating my birthday!
Neda and I had spent the afternoon touring modern architecture (stay tuned for a blog post on that on a new website launching soon). Then we drove to The Parker and had an awesome mojito and toured the grounds. What a great spot. All the bungalows, groovy groves and hummingbirds abounding was super swell. Price met us at 7:30 and Neda headed out to the house for down time. The dining room was almost pitch black with black lacquered walls. I really enjoyed the decor but you would think desert dining would have some views since the mountains are astounding. Regardless the decor was great with lots of great vintage nudey paintings, some scary skull prints and giant vases of jellybeans! The peppershaker really got us going. It was extra large and reminded me of the story I read in Barbara Hutton’s bio about Porfirio Rubirosa.
He was also famous for the rumored length of his sexual organ--Truman Capote, in Answered Prayers, described it as eleven inches long—and to this day the extra-long pepper mills in French bistros are called "Rubirosas".
Alas- photo shoot!
After wielding my grinder to amused guests the maitre d' brought out my birthday dessert on a lazy susan that lit up, sang Happy Birthday and spun around! That's my kind of presentation.
Oh and for dinner, I had an amazing boiled artichoke then sea bass in corn chowder. YUM! It was great to have even more Price time. We never have a quiet moment entre nous. Always something to talk about between these two southern souls!
After dinner we drove home and hit the pool. We were not even going to attempt the gay bars after last night’s disaster.
Thanks Price for a lovely evening!