Drove down Saturday after work to enjoy a girls’ weekend by the pool and to consume butter cake at Mastro’s. Which we could have done in LA but something about a 1.5 hour drive makes it seem like we’re actually getting away.
AND, I’ve never been to the Parker. Though I enjoyed their property and suites, their pool did need an upgrade. At first I wasn’t sure which way I was suppose to enter. All the gates were closed or were closing and the resort was surrounded by tall hedges that made me feel like I was missing out, being on the other side.
Once I finally figured it out, I was ready to jump out of my car and sit in an air conditioned room. I was in La Quinta for a work retreat just the week before and it was 118 degrees. Luckily the past weekend was only 100.
My first visit so I had no idea where room 14 was. We walked up to the front desk to ask where room 14 was. Shes asked north or south. I texted my friends and she texted back, next to kiddy pool. I told front desk dummy. She asked 14, or 40? In unison, Jo and I both said 14, with emphasis. She said, there’s no 14 in the north building. I gave my friend’s name and waited… more than I thought I would have to. She asked again, 14, or 40? I almost yelled like the MGM lion on tv, 14, but I yelled liked a lady. She kept looking and looking and again, the front desk dumb bitch said, there is no 40. I gave the last name again and the dummy says, OHHHHH 14?
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK WE WE’RE SAYING???? We clearly said 14, just because I speak perfect English and you have a hard time understanding because you speak with a Latin accent, doesn’t mean I have to waste my time standing there with my awesome furry white luggage while you figure out where we belong. She was the dumbest person in the world. The funny thing is, she was asking about 14 the whole time. I’m very articulate so I know the difference between FOURTEEN AND FORTY. The dummy, as a receptionist, should have been clearer from the beginning.
I was frustrated and annoyed but not as Jo. Jo brought out the demon inside of her and it was a good thing that not a lot of people were around because it was SCARY and even a little shocking. I calmed her down and we continued on our mission down the dirt path. Which I hated, even more than the front desk receptionist girl. She probably made it worse because the rest of the weekend, I didn’t mind the dirt path so much.
When we arrived, my three friends were already drunk and ready to party… so that is what we did. We drank and talked shit and laughed and listened to music.
It was a great weekend and I don’t need to do it again for a while. 😛