I had never been to Palm Springs before when a good friend asked me to be his best man, also a first. I was absolutely flat broke and very recently single and had almost no interest in being a part of anything so wholesome and festive as a wedding, but I agreed. They were getting married at the Ace Hotel, which we lovingly referred to as the “hipster compound.” I stayed at the Motel 6 next door, split between 2 credit cards. It was a weird time and I was in a bad place.
No. 0170_29 - Denny (the Bride), Ace Hotel, Palm Springs, Ca. 2010
The groom tried to set me up with a friend of his from back east that was moving to San Francisco in a few months. She was cute and funny and we hit it off immediately but I was drinking vodka gimlets like they were water and she made the mistake of trying to keep up and ended up sick in her hotel room by about 7pm and I went home alone. Like I said it was a weird time and I was in a bad place.
No. 0172_00 - Self Portrait, Motel 6, Palm Springs, Ca. 2010
Funny, I never fancied myself a Palm Springs fan, but I seem to end up down there at least once a year. These days I stay at The Ace instead of the Motel 6. All the same hipsters are there but now they all have kids and hybrid cars much like myself. The Ace Hotel bar still makes a mean vodka gimlet though.