I left Hilo at 8pm Hawaii time. A short flight to Honolulu, then a couple of hours in HNL, the airport I hate the most. sure, it’s been improved lately, but it still sucks ass. Luckily I got to get out of there and onto a flight to LAX. Alas, I couldn’t sleep. I watched the plane movie — The Devil Wears Prada — and followed it up by watching Eternal Darkness Of The Sunshine Mind on my laptop. Then a short stop in LAX with mandatory venti quad mocha from Starbucks (at which point I would like to say that when I am president of the world the act of being an annoying hyper child at 6 in the morning in an airport is going to be a capital offense), and then it was off to Tucson.
Tucson isn’t really a pretty city. It’s pretty ugly, honestly. To be fair, I haven’t actually seen the city, since the hotel I’m at (actually a “resort and spa”) is ten miles from downtown. Still, everything’s brown. I never thought I’d say I’d like to see lawn, but I’d like to see lawn. I don’t think I could get used to living in a desert, having lived nearly all my life in green places. I’m sure it’s pretty for some of the year, but the brown would just get to me. One can only look at so many Saguro cactuses before they start getting old.
And I would like to say that conference organisers should be barred from organising conferences at resorts that are far away from anything that’s not resort. I had to walk twenty minutes to get to a store that wasn’t resort. Why can’t they do this sort of thing at a regular downtown hotel? Would it kill them to look into convention centers? My entire walk to Starbucks consisted of me muttering “fucking Tucson, fucking ADASS, fucking resort fucking spas in the middle of fucking nowhere”. Horrible. This will be the second capital offense when I’m president of the world: organizing conferences more than two miles away from a downtown core.
And of course because this place is apparently a six-star resort, it’s expensive. Six dollars for a fucking bottle of St. Pauli? Balls. I just know that my entire per diem of $46 is going to be blown on dinner each night because i can’t get anywhere else. Thank god that breakfast and lunch are supplied by the conference, else I’d be blowing way too much money on this place. Third capital offense: charging six dollars for a bottle of beer that cost you a dollar to buy. That shit just ain’t right.
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