This building is a KFC!
Ate at the little restaurant at the Ace called King's Highway. Truthfully...it was pretty whatever.
Silk sage green polka dot blouse (borrowed from the store!)
Semi sheer floral skirt: thrifted
Suede oxfords: thrifted
Cat eye sunglasses: F21
The last of my Palm Springs photos. Doesn't the food above look so good? I'm a huge sucker for eggs benedict so of course I had to try the version over at Cheeky's and they did not disappoint. A little different from the traditional rendition, this version used cheddar jalapeno scones and thick cut bacon and it was delicious. Grant got the the raspberry french toast with creme fraiche...delicious.
Story time: The night before these photos were taken, Grant and I were playing ping pong by the pool. It was dim and hard to see the little ping pong ball while we were playing. Naturally, I kept having to scramble after the ball (since I kept missing shots. Hrmph!) and it would sometimes land by the base of this one palm tree. I remember looking down for a second to see, out of the corner of my eye, the biggest, fattest, most disgusting cockroach-esque thing scurry by. A second later, as my eyes adjust in the darkness, I realize that these cockroach things are like living on the palm tree that I keep running to in order to get the ball. Ack!
BUT that is not the point of my story. We eventually make it to the "star gazing lounge" aka a couple of lounge chairs on the roof of the bar and as we are chatting I notice A GIANT COCKROACH scuttling on the edge of his chair.
I jumped up so fast. I don't think I could even choke out the words "cockroach" and as I am standing I feel, what I can only assume to be, another enormous cockroach flutter against my ankle. I'm pretty sure I shouted, "WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW." as I bolted down the stairs and power walked across the grounds to the safety of our room.
I honestly do not remember the last time I felt so repulsed by something. I don't think I'm the type of girl that get's tooooooo weirded out by creepy crawlies but UGH. I know I tend to speak in hyperole but that cockroach was literally the length of a stick of gum (not the Trident or Orbit kind, but like Juicy Fruit or Wrigley's) and as wide as like a jumbo Sharpie pen. UGHUGHUGH. Just no.
So now I will pose a question: when was the last time you were really really grossed out?