Herewith, a few reasons to drop by The Palm Springs Hotel, now taking reservations for its
September debut.
1. To escape our notoriously brutal winters.
There’s this evil rumor going around about summer ending or something. Well, hit the 10 at the first sign of windchill, and two hours later, it’s you, a heated pool, a hot tub and a lot of burning sand. A lot, a lot.
2. To execute the perfect weekend date.
It’ll be you, a heated pool, a hot tub and a lot of burning sand... and, ideally, at least one other person. (Oh, and a room with an Apple TV, booze and a leather headboard. See the slideshow here, and queue up suggestive Netflix titles in advance.)
3. To redefine blowout.
You can rent out the whole damn thing. You’ll be a short cruise down Palm Canyon Drive to all the steakhouses and bars. More importantly, upon return, you’ll find three fire pits with scotch and cigars.
4. To catch up with the Rat Pack.
See, they have Rat Pack artwork here. As in paintings of Sinatra and Dino.
Not that Joey Bishop’s decoupage isn’t amazing.
1. To escape our notoriously brutal winters.
There’s this evil rumor going around about summer ending or something. Well, hit the 10 at the first sign of windchill, and two hours later, it’s you, a heated pool, a hot tub and a lot of burning sand. A lot, a lot.
2. To execute the perfect weekend date.
It’ll be you, a heated pool, a hot tub and a lot of burning sand... and, ideally, at least one other person. (Oh, and a room with an Apple TV, booze and a leather headboard. See the slideshow here, and queue up suggestive Netflix titles in advance.)
3. To redefine blowout.
You can rent out the whole damn thing. You’ll be a short cruise down Palm Canyon Drive to all the steakhouses and bars. More importantly, upon return, you’ll find three fire pits with scotch and cigars.
4. To catch up with the Rat Pack.
See, they have Rat Pack artwork here. As in paintings of Sinatra and Dino.
Not that Joey Bishop’s decoupage isn’t amazing.
