Orbit In – Palm Springs
PRO: Groovy digs, fun times
CON: Nuthin’, a couple rooms are small, that’s all
Aloha! Mahalo! Or as Janine would prefer to say, Manolo (as in Blahnik for all you Birkenstock-wearing shoe haters). Nope we’re not in Hawaii, kittens. We are in Palm Springs, but it kinda has that feel. ‘Cept for that whole ‘being surrounded by water’ part that is. Anyhoo, it is hot here, and it is hot in Hawaii. So shut your pie hole and just read.
So, we snuck down here to Palm Springs for a couple days of heat and R&R, as we’ve both been hittin’ it hard lately (and I’m 
not talking the bottle). If you haven’t been here, the rumors are true. No not that one about the heat. That’s not a rumor. It gets kiln hot here. Think Old and think Gay. Yes there are plenty of old people, plenty of gay people, and plenty of old + gay people:
Bottom line, if ya can’t deal, make your getaway plans for somewhere else, East Bay. Ha. Just joshin’ with ya, all ya lovers from Concord, Walnut Creek, Pleasant Hell, I mean Hill, Oakland (oh yeah, don’t wanna piss off any of my homies from o-town), and Stockton…wait a minute let’s skip Stockton. Skip Fresno too.
This place is f’ing Fantabulous. J&J will put down roots in this barren, hell-hot oasis, mark my words. Now go make some money Janine! I mean P.S. is all about ’50s rat-pack, mid-century modernism, hedonism and all those other good isms. It’s an hour or so cheap flight from SFO, and…wait for it…your fave hotel snobs J&J stayed in a…oh god I can barely say or type it. Nope, contrary to our Modus Operandi, we didn’t do a Viceroy or Palmer resie…we went Old School and WENT chillin’ at the uber-retro-cool Orbit In, bitches! Think Roadside Motel, people. Think Sinatra and the Rat Pack. Think Twister! Think martinis and any beverage that needs to be poured out of a shaker.
That’s right. What took us so f’ing long to grace this place with our presence?! Right off that bat, you fly into an outdoor airport. Then a $10 – 10 minute ride to downtown. Then check into a rockin’ cool motel, which there are oodles of, but Orbit In takes it IMO. 8-9 rooms, we got a miniscule room but still doable. Everything centers around the cool pool and outdoor bar anyway. And they pump Sinatra bascially 24×7 by the pool.
So beside laying around the pool and getting hammered at the outdoor bar? Cruise the downtown strip, sucka! By day: old, tame and laid-back. By night: gay as a purseful of rainbows. Woo Hoo! We went to a tapas bar and the second the sun went down, we were smack-dab in the middle of an awesome drag show.
So people there is something here for anyone, except for rednecks. Is that not nirvana?
VdV Rating: 3.5
Orbit In
562 West Arenas
Palm Springs, CA 92262
760-323-3585
