I am in Scottsdale, Arizona, where it’s 135 degrees at 9:30 at night and I can’t tell the difference between this place and Irvine, CA except that this place has better mountains.
The hotel is good, though, and the bartender at the casual bar and I had a nice chat about pretty much nothing.
Tomorrow, I’m training all day. In a conference room with the oh-so-quaint historical name “Apache.”
Truth in advertising, for once.
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