The Jonathan Adler-designed, 144-room Parker Palm Springs packs an entire vacation into 13 palm- and fountain-filled acres – with all the panache of a party planned by a squad of fabulous uncles. Past the entrance’s white, midcentury breeze-block wall and through double-height, lacquered orange doors, fun is the watchword, with no corner left unembellished: an eight-foot-tall bronze banana, a bar cart shaped like a pipe, a yellow-striped lemonade stand – it’s all here. There’s a parliament of macrame owls in the lobby lounge; sultry upholstered banquettes and a white baby grand inside Mister Parker’s, the fancy steak house; lobster omelets and mimosas for brunch at Norma’s; and baby-pink cruiser bikes for the borrowing. Pull up a lounger at the adults-only Gene Autry pool or the all-ages Silicon Valley one, order a frosé (or a frozen lemonade), and toast to the unapologetic fabulousness of it all.