I had the epiphany on Monday morning that maybe I should pack my stuff as far as I could right then, because from now on things would be crazy and off schedule. This was one of my smarter moves, and I was definitely right on with my fortune telling skills for the remainder of the trip. The traffic at the show was quite light, and we didn’t move as much merchandise as we’d hoped, causing Randy to go into full panic mode about it fitting back in the truck, as he had purchased two items early on in the trip for himself. We had sold a few things, and I was confident that though we didn’t have Win-master packer there to assist, we could muddle through it without too much difficulty.
After being couped up in the show for three days, and knowing there was great weather outside that I was missing, I made a break for it about 1pm and went outside to see the vintage car show. It was a smaller event, much smaller than many of the shows we have here in Denver, but what it lacked in size it made up for in quality. Predominately American Steel from the 50s & 60s, this show highlighted “Big is Beautiful,” and there were huge fins, hoods, tails, and acres of interiors everywhere. Much like the gala night, everyone was smiling and laughing, having a great time and enjoying the lines of these fantastic autos. I come from the Tifosi end of the spectrum, mainly setting my sites on Italian Automotive design, but as a lover of all cars, some of the best and brightest of the USA were there to represent. In addition, the owners were very congenial and excited to have a paparazzi reception from the crowd. Great fun, and a big highlight for me from the trip!
As the final bell sounded for the show, we raced into tear down mode, with Kevin and I in the booth deconstructing, and Randy back at the truck with an old friend Victor packing what we sent them via the porter. Within 2 1/2 hours we had the booth empty, and all the items back on the dock for assessment. Randy had the brilliant idea of dropping the truck off at the dock very early in the morning, so we had a great spot ready to go for load up, without the two hour wait like we did at set up. Just as Kevin and I were on the last sweep of ancillary items in the booth, Randy came out in a panic…”It’s not going to fit, I can see it already!” Kevin and I gave each other a long look, and headed back to the truck, and it wasn’t nearly as dire as Randy had gave the impression it might be. Another 2 1/2 hours of patience, understanding, and creative packing resulted in the truck not only being fully packed with all the items on it, but with room to spare for the suitcases and food cooler. All was not lost, actually occurred in a timely fashion, and we were home by 8:30 for supper, which we all were ready for. Victor came out the winner, with Randy sending him home with many leftovers and snacks that wouldn’t make the journey back in the truck. At midnight we all called it a day, and Randy went to bed technically on his birthday, with the next leg of his adventure ahead of him.
Tuesday started with a shot, and we were all up early for a day of travel. Randy had to finish some business with associates on the Palm Court strip, so that left me to pack everything up. Kevin was a great help and did dishes, organized, and got things to where it was easy to pack. Randy showed back up about 15 minutes before Kevin, Anna, and I were supposed to leave to catch our flight, and threw things in the truck. With everything packed and the cleaning lady doing her thing at the house, we said goodbye to Palm Springs and headed off for our flight, and Randy made his way to LA to drop some items at the spring LAMA auction.
We unfortunately guessed wrong about the amount of traffic at the airport. “Oh, it’s a small airport, it will only take you a few minutes to get ticketed and through security….” Yeah, right. Apparently, everyone who stayed for the Modernism show was leaving at the same time. On all airlines. And had to check bags. I didn’t need to check my bag, but stayed with Anna as Kevin dropped of the rental car, just in case I needed to check his bag as mine in the effort to save time. United wouldn’t let me use the iPad to check in as I had done on the was out to PS, so I had to deal with that at the counter anyway. After some confusion at the ticket counter, the gal found my ticket, and we were on our way to a completely screwed up security line. My sister likes to call it the “Disney Swap”…basically, it looks like the line is short, until you go through a door or round a corner (after already waiting in line) to find the rest of the line is ridiculously long. I really didn’t care if I got bumped or otherwise, as I could swing the time off, but Anna was kinda freaked about the possibility of missing our flight. After finally getting through the metal detector/sniffer, as I grabbed my things I could hear the intercom paging final boarding for our plane! I also heard them slaughter my name as they attempted to page me to the gate desk, but I decided I’d just ignore that and see if I could get on the flight. Sure enough, all three of us made it onto the tarmac with 3 minutes to spare before they closed the gate door. PHEW!!
Once on the plane, it was obvious everyone had the same idea to get home Tuesday, as there were NO open seats anywhere than our assigned spots. After settling into my seat, a nice lady asked if anyone was willing to swap with her, as she wanted to sit next to her daughter, who was sitting in 18A. This was interesting, because my seat was 18A. When I mentioned this, and we started comparing tickets, it turns out that United had printed out and given me the ticket for her daughter…my name wasn’t on the ticket at all! In the rush to get to the plane, I never looked at the ticket, other than to check the gate! I had made it through ticketing, 3 security checks with my license, and boarded the plane ALL WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S TICKET!!! Talk about a EPIC SECURITY FAIL!! At this point I thought for sure they’d throw me off the flight, but the stewardess did a quick count and determined they had exactly the right number of passengers for takeoff, so we were going. That was close!
The rest of the flight was uneventful, and it was good to get home. But the story doesn’t stop there….because Randy was still on the move in LA!
Randy’s adventures involved having a delectable Italian dinner for his Birthday with two friends…
…unloading and reloading his truck twice, once for the auctions items, a second time to make it road worthy…
It's just what I do, baby!
…then a nice supper of Sushi the following night, a visit to the museum the next day for the California Design show…
If I don't smile, you won't know I am having a good time.
and finally off on his drive back to Denver. But nothing can be easy, and in the first leg of his drive something went awry with the liftgate, resulting in the main electrical feed to the lift catching fire. Fortunately, 2 hours and $100 later, he was back on the road, but only made it to Barstow. The 2 day drive became 3, and the liftgate is still broken as its age has made finding a replacement motor difficult.
So, was Palm Springs everything I thought it was going to be? Well, I don’t really know. The show was amazing, there were some unbelievable things for sale, stuff you only see in museums. What I saw of Palm Springs when going here or there, the architecture was outstanding, and the winter climate was great. The amount of work was not unbearable, nor was it more than I had bargained for. Would I do it again?