Last weekend I took a small working holiday and went to the Parker Palm Springs. I was there for 48 hours and had absolutely no desire or reason to leave the premises. Everything from my Jonathan Adler decorated room to the beautiful toiletries to the lush landscaping and the decadent opium-den-like Spa (which for some bizarre reason is actually called the Palm Springs Yacht Club instead…go figure!) were the many reasons that I only got into my car on Monday to drive home. Hammocks, tennis courts, multiple pools, delicious restaurant, great music all conspired to seduce and relax, and the masseur kneaded out all the tension, even Mother Nature was in on the secret and it was warm and sunny. All in all a winning combination.