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November 10, 2010

We are all just prisoners here...

There are situations in which I am pleasantly reminded that my job does not suck. Every year, the company I represent hosts a couple of company meetings: the sales meeting and the all company meeting. A few weeks ago we had our sales meeting, which is by far my favorite (side note: this happened to fall over the weekend of the Frys.com tournament, which was held about 30 minutes from my house… and… MY Rocco took the win! Seriously, I had to be out of town that weekend? Frick). As I was saying, the sales meeting was in Phoenix, at the Arizona Biltmore (a lovely property, book your meetings there, through me of course). I arrived a day early and hooked up with a couple of chums for 18 at the Biltmore. Phoenix was unseasonably warm for October and our afternoon round which started at 2pm, was sweltering… and I mean, freaking sweltering. I and my oh-so-fair skin were the color of a nicely reduced Bolognese, but I pulled up my big girl panties and dealt with it. Anyway, there I was, on this gorgeous course, with 2 of my fave peeps (one of whom is the travel hub since my sweetie couldn’t come, but more on that later), and I was determined to enjoy. Clearly Petey (that pink bast*&d) had other ideas. Really, Cobra? Really, that has draw basis? Oh, I seriously beg to differ… No, I didn’t play my best round ever. But I didn’t play my worst either. I was as embarrassing as anyone else and in reality, as long as you don’t slow play the peeps behind you, whatever.

Sadly, my sweetie was unable to join me on this trip, although sigs are invited to this one. The good news, however, is that my travel hub was on deck to not only carry my lip gloss and glass of whatever, but he also filled in as proxy caddie. I have to say, I was impressed with the TH, and although we got off to a slow start, he was totally with the program by our round the next morning! OMG… So, I had been on the east coast and had been home for 12 hours prior to departure for Phoenix. I landed, hooked up with the TH and off we went for an extremely sweaty 18. The coup de gras, of course, was the 7:35 tee time for the next morning. Now then, here’s where the BGG thing comes in to play. Yes, I was freaking exhausted… yes, I was still on east coast time… and yes, this was a leisure activity. But this is golf people so we pull on our fun socks and get to it. And I sure am glad I did!

This morning I hooked with the TH and our chum from the day before, but also another colleague and a CVB (Convention & Visitor’s Bureau) dude, and had another group of chums join us. Yes it was early and we all sucked down some caffeine, but it was a breathtaking morning. The air was still and warm, and all was quiet. Quiet that is, until we arrive at the Westin Kierland. We got to the course and I was undone at how gorgeous it was… however, that was nothing compared to the pre round warm up. Our host got us situated and directed us to the practice area so we could hit a few and work out the kinks. As we approached this area I was struck by how pretty everything was… and then… I noticed that amidst the peaceful morning there was... wait... is that music? Why yes, yes it was music… and not the kind of music you’d expect on the golf course (if there ever was such a thing)… but good old fashioned classic rock!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? And it was cranking! I was in Heaven!! Hitting balls with the Eagles chilling me out! I have no words... it fricking rocked! However, that was kinda the end of it. Yes, I played… yes, I’ve played worse I suppose, but dammit I wanted Petey to show up!

You know what? I totally don’t care. That was a kick ass day, with kick ass peeps, and that is all I really need to remember!

In reality, it’s all about the pink champagne on ice…