Palm Springs redux

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Our fellow blog traveler Joe 2 Hell asked in the Palm Springs Weekend post below:

“did you stay at one of those cleverly named “Inns”??


Inn Too Deep

Inn Over My Head

Inn Deanna Jones
etc etc”

I know, impertinent, but we like him, so ok. Plus this is a picture of him from his blog

So we have to cut him some slack. Plenty, plenty slack

Anyway, coincidentally enough, the first time R Man and I went to Palm Springs, lo these many years ago, we did stay at one of the Inn (place cliché here) hotels. It was the Inn Exile. An eye opening experience, even for me, and you may have noticed when it comes to sleazy venues, I’ve been around the block. A few times.

So the Inn Exile is extreme Palm Springs. Every inch of it is paved, the walls sprayed with cheap white stucco in order to maximize tanning potential. More than a couple of days there and you’d turn into a raisin. It was like checking into Chernobyl. Multiple pools, hot tubs, steam room, little fuck pods scattered around the grounds. If Hugh Hefner had been gay, this would have been his sleaze dream. The other guests had this leering air of just waiting for friskiness to break out, but honey, they were grizzly. I would have cut off my dick and sewn it in my butt before I’d give it up for this bunch.

Each room came equipped with a VCR and three porn tapes, just to set the mood I suppose. Appropriate too, since I have since noticed several D level smut films set in this resort. Charmingly, there was a porn maid who came around each morning, picked up the tapes and left three new ones. You don’t get that kind of guest attention at the Hilton.

We have since moved to El Mirasol, a much more sedate place next door to Inn Ex. It’s a series of cabanas built by Howard Hughes as a guesthouse and is lushly landscaped. Much nicer. But I do miss the porn maid.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

5 responses »

  1. oh snap…now everyone can see that photo. what if my mom reads this?inn exile! that was my point of reference when i made that comment….i went there once and laughed so hard. then there was that inn dulge. that name is just beyond….mirasol is pretty….i like that joint. i haven tbeen in years – its time againanyone wanna go? i’m bored. need a trip.

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  2. We LOVE Joe*to*Hell! In spite of everything.In my younger days, I once spent a drunken night at the Inn Between. Just outside of Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. That’s all I’m saying.

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