Hipster Flu Update - Cure Discovered
I think I understand the joy Marie Curie must have felt after discovering radium. Or the exhilaration that must have coursed through Alexander Fleming's veins after he found penicillin growing in his kitchen sink. That's because last night, I discovered the cure to Hipster Flu.
Hipster Flu is the vicious influenza currently afflicting the young and well-dressed denizens of Los Angeles. And the cure is not Dayquil or orange juice or vitamins. It's simpler than that - leave town. That's right. Get out. Go. And don't forget to soak in super-heated mineral waters in the desert. That's the real secret.
I know this because Steffie, Linda and I deserted the City of Angels this weekend and drove to the desert. We holed up in a little house in 29 Palms. We dined at the 29 Palms Inn (overpriced, lighting too bright) and played board games in front of a roaring wood fire until the wee hours. In the morning we hiked in Joshua Tree National Park, filling our diseased lungs with crisp desert air, and almost got lost among the boulders of Hidden Valley. Then at night, on the way home to L.A., Steffie and I drove to Desert Hot Springs and took a dip in five or so mosaic-tiled pools filled with magic mineral waters which are naturally-heated 300 feet beneath the earth's surface.
At the time, I had the sniffles and was fearing a Hipster Flu relapse. But after a few hours of soaking and sauna-ing, my sniffles disappeared. My sore throat evaporated. And my left eye - which had been pink, sore and itchy before getting in the water - completely healed. A miracle!
Using the pools cost us a mere $5 each - pretty on-budget as far as miracles go. And much kinder on the pocket than piles of multi-vitamins, Zinc and Dayquil, which I had been gobbling prior to our trip.
Desert Hot Springs Cold And Flu Remedy - more warmth than a scarf, less crack than a DayQuil.