Dear Viceroy Palm Springs,
It seems I have developed an unhealthy obsession about visiting your hotel. One glimpse of your fabulously chic accommodations and I have done nothing else but fantasize of lounging by your pool, sipping your champagne and dreaming in your beds. Unfortunately, upon asking my dear husband for a trip to your establishment, I was told to “pretend our house was the Viceroy and take a nap.” Never one to not take advice, I immediately kicked up my feet, closed my eyes and began to envision all the fabulous new items I could purchase to indeed make my home mimic your fine interiors. I’m not sure if this is what my sweet husband meant, as a trip to your hotel would be considerably less. Perhaps, I shall present him with both options and see which he prefers?!
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