The other day, Boo and I hit the high road for Palm Springs, and we had the time of our lives! We lived it large at the Ace Hotel, the week before Memorial Day, intentionally beating the long weekend crowds. It was so fun having the run of the place to ourselves, except for a couple of, can I just say it, ruuude German tourists. Now, I might not look like I spreche the Deutsches but alls I wanna to say to those filthy frauleins is: Iche kenne dich uber mich sprachen. So, sorry if Boo and my’s collar-off-white-party felt a little verbotten, but you ought to fix those wandering eyes and p.s., your English is broken.