MASKS

I understand that we all wear masks of one kind or another. We frequently hide behind those masks. When we fear, when we want to impress, when we are stressed, when we want people to think we have everything together. We feel safe hiding behind our masks . . . unless you are in Palm Springs with a bunch of your BFF's.

We walked into our house. Several of us had been there before and knew what to expect. It was like stepping back into a great memory. We enjoyed the feeling and the eclectic decor of our PS home. We didn't feel the need to inform our BFF's, who had not been there before, about the funky surroundings. Uh oh.

The people who own the property have a slightly off color sense of style. They seem to have a fondness for masks. All kinds of masks. Voodoo, African, South American, Inca, Asian, they are all represented. The greatest concentration, however, is located in the bathrooms, which happens to be a little surprising if you are not prepared for it. Facing a mask while emptying a full bladder is not, as a general rule, comfortable.

It does make for the most hilarious conversations. You can imagine. One of the BFF's made a rash comment about not using the facilities for the whole weekend. That did not happen.

I actually like the masks. I'm thinking of starting my own collection.