Yes, my peeps, I have arrived in Phoenix, I have investigated the surroundings and am settled into my room on the 19th floor of the Hyatt Regency hotel. My room has a great view of the city, and of the
Sierra Nevada Mountains in the distance, which are currently obscured by a layer of smog. My earlier trepidations about the meeting have somewhat abated, thanks to some anti-anxiety medications that were given to me by my doctors, and now I am drinking a chai, courtesy of Starbux, which is across the street.
Besides its humongous rooms (by NYC standards), perhaps the greatest feature of this hotel are its great glass elevators, which make me feel almost like Charlie in Mr. Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory.
For those of you who are curious, neither John nor PZ are here yet, the slackers, so I don’t have anyone to pester until 3pm, which is when everyone can check in for the meeting itself.
Two things annoyed me about my trip here; first, my seat on the plane had feces on it, so I had to sit on a blanket all the way here from NYC. ewwww! And second, the security woman who inspected my duffle bag single-handedly made every blouse of mine, that I had meticulously ironed and carefully folded, into a mass of wrinkles. I could choke her, that wench.
For those of you who are curious, the weather here is surprisingly mild; it feels like a spring day in NYC, in fact. Actually, that’s exactly how the weather in NYC feels right now, too.