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Postcards from Travel Near and Far by Jia-Rui

92264, Palm Springs

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The scene at the Ace Hotel

Dear ——–,

On the last day of our “babymoon,” it finally got warm enough to sit by the pool. The blades of the wind farms stood eerily still and the sun warmed Palm Springs to cozy 80 degrees. Bryan treated me to a “Mama Goodness” massage at the Ace Hotel, which included wristbands to the pool. What a scene it was by the pool: lots of bronzed, pneumatic male bodies in Speedos, chatter peppered with “honey” and “girl,” and a d.j. mixing Lady Gaga into Katy Perry. What was going on? A quick check of the iPhone told us — it was White Party weekend! I think there were literally 10 women there, including me and a group of ladies on a bachelorette weekend. After about 4 hours of mayhem, we decamped for the Short Bus “family” pool, which, despite squealing children, was actually a quieter venue. I saw a woman lying on a deck chair with her husband, watching me walk by. Their hands were protectively on a little abdomen bump. I could see them thinking, “Now, that’s pregnant!”

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Author: postmarkhere

I'm a journalist based in Los Angeles who has always said that writing postcards for a living would be a dream job. The posts -- short enough to fit on an actual postcard -- chronicle recent travels near and far. I could blab on about being inspired by epistolary novels, the short poems of Emily Dickinson, and the New Yorker's "Talk of the Town" pieces, but I'll just say that I'm aiming to give you a sense of flavor of a place without boring you to death. Wish you were here!

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