ooh la la at the Tropicale

We have now been in Palm Springs long enough to look like movie stars in a black and white 1950's movie - mission accomplished.

Peter's last night in Tomorrowland is marked by a martini and glamorous dinner at the Tropicale where once again I am the only woman in the joint.

I am finally awarded my long overdue cupcake - it's a whoopie pie cupcake and oh em gee its a.m.a.z.i.n.g

I am going to have to be doing A LOT of sideways laps in the pool to pay for that!