Taste the Rainbow

May 25th, 2011

© Larry Parker, Atty.

So DaftDaddy decided to head out of town for a weekend of rest and relaxation with the lovely Jeni. The destination: Palm Springs. Now Palm Springs isn’t what I quite remembered it to be. In a nutshell, there are more rainbows in this city than a Skittles commercial. And speaking of commercials, we stayed at our friend Prudy’s house, which is one of the most spectacular houses in all of Palm Springs. Prudy’s full name is Prudence Wheeler Marshburn. That’s her actual name. Now if that doesn’t sound like a law firm, I don’t know what does. I’m just waiting for Cedric Wilson to do a television commercial where he says, “Prudence, Wheeler & Marshburn got me 2.1 million.”

If you’re a straight male who doesn’t play golf and is under the age of 75, there really isn’t much to do in Palm Springs. But because there are so many spas, women love this place. All Jeni wanted was a pre-natal massage, as I guess pregnant women can’t have regular massages. So while she was out doing that, I was busy trying to find a bar to watch some sports.

There was only one place that was open, and from the outside it looked so dated it must have opened when the Dead Sea was just getting sick. So I parked my car next to the rest of the chariots and walked in. I was the youngest person in the place by about 14 presidents. My server looked like she waited on the Last Supper. But be that as it may, I managed to get the bartender to change the channel from Matlock to the Preakness, and I had a really good time chit chatting with a bunch of old people who kept calling me Fat Paddy. So much for Miracle-Ear. At the end of the day, Jeni was just happy to get out of the house for the weekend, and I was just happy to know that she was happy. You see, it really doesn’t take that much – you just have to make an effort. Much like Larry H. Parker did for Cedric Wilson.


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