Tiki Serendipity

Today, Carole and I welcomed a new member to our pagan family: a four-foot carved tiki pole, which is now residing happily in our Palm Springs back yard. We had no real intention of adding another, but sometimes fate — or tiki serendipity, if you prefer — intervenes.

When we left the house this afternoon, the plan was to meet some friends at the Viceroy Hotel for a mellow poolside cocktail; but the place turned out to be so packed with gay body builders that we couldn't even move through the bar (much less get a drink), so we split and went looking for another place to sit n' sip.

"Wait! There's a place that sells tikis!" exclaimed Carole, as I turned onto Tahquitz. "And there's a sign in the window that says 20% off!" Sure enough, wedged next to the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf was a little storefront we'd never noticed before, crammed to the gills with tikis. I tend to be pretty picky about my tikis — I don't like 'em painted, and I have an aesthetic aversion to ones with teeth — but when I saw this "fish head" god sitting in the middle of the shop, I knew he had to come home with us. One hour later, he was sitting pretty by our pool; we toasted his arrival with rum-based cocktails, while my iPod spun several different renditions of "Quiet Village". Thanks be to the gods, life is good...

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[Greg Barbera]

fuckin' sweet dan!