On our way up to Palm Springs, I spotted something that I haven't seen since I left Chicago twenty years ago: a Portillo's. (For those readers in California, Portillo's is Chicago's equivalent of In-N-Out Burger, except that it's actually good.) Old Dick Portillo must have gotten tired of operating the franchise in a state that has all four seasons, because he's expanded to southern California and Arizona.
We stopped in for a dog, an Italian beef, and a couple'a cheeseburgers--I can hear my Chicago accent coming out even as I type this. Quinn wasn't quite ready for a dog with the works, but she still made her Midwestern dad proud.
I was a little worried that it wasn't going to be as good as I remember, but it turned out to be significantly better. And how often does that happen? If, for some reason you find yourself in Moreno Valley someday, this place is highly recommended.
You know you've had a successful trip when your tot looks like this on the last night.
You can't visit Palm Springs without playing a little golf, so I took Quinn out for a quick round while we were there. Now, our version was a little different than what you would normally recognize as 'golf': Mostly, it involved waving the flags around and doing a lot of cheering. Ironically, our version didn't really even involve the ball very much, but the sport actually turns out to be more enjoyable that way.
We went on a quick trip to Palm Springs last weekend. Carlie and I enjoyed the beauty of the desert, and Quinn got to splash around in the swimming pool. Stay tuned for more on our trip later this week.
We went on a quick weekend away to Carlsbad, CA, a few weeks ago. As I was splashing around with Quinn in the pool, I realized that it's easy to forget that winter is currently happening to most of the country.
This week, I was in beautiful San Francisco. It was a nice change from the usual commute between LA and Washington DC. I didn't have much time to leave the hotel, but I managed to make this image from my balcony before the sun rose on Tuesday morning.
Quinn's been showing more interest in coming up with her own hairstyle, but, as you can see, she still needs a little help telling the difference between a necklace and a headband.
A bunch of dinosaurs rolled into the LA Convention Center this past weekend for a dino-extravaganza. Quinn and I popped in early on Saturday morning to check it out, and we found several life-sized dinos striking some fierce poses. There were also a few others that had been outfitted with a saddle--rodeo style--which Quinn immediately decided that she wanted to ride.
Quinn and I went back to the pier last weekend, and this time she drove her bumper car like a real pro. I felt bad watching all of those 5 and 6 years olds getting their butts handed to them by a two year old.