Back From The Desert
Just got back from my trip to Tucson. The city was a lot more than I expected: friendly people, beautiful mountains and river washes, significant new developments. A vibrant city on it's way up. I have to say that working with these real estate developers really gives you an insight into the living breathing heart of how a city works. From the politics, the industry, the investors, to the people on the ground I saw everything Tucson was, is, and will be in the future.
The trip was extremely successful in all respects. We closed the deal and now I'm looking at a ridiculous recievable come september when the development gets sold and the investors cash out. The resort was spectacular. I got to sit at the Ventana (only 5-star restaurant in town), eat stupidly pretentious foods and discuss Chilean wines with the owner for 3 hours as we watched the sun set over the valley (I know dick about wine, so I mainly listened and drank a goddamn lot of it). The place had a spectacular view.
It's good to be back home in SF even if I have a shitload of crap waiting for me back at the office. I'll tell you one thing though, if you had told me a year ago that I would be touring a resort that my client wants to buy and getting the VIP treatment from everyone I would have called you insane. High finance, swank resorts, old chilean wine, and 5-star restaurants are nice but sometimes you just want a goddamn burger while you watch 24 in your jeans. I'm not going to complain though, because I'm sure someone would go and find a nice hardware store to shove up my ass as punishment for complaining.
Verdict: Tucson is great, SF is better, and one tiger prawn should never cost 85 bucks no matter how fucking pretty it is.
The trip was extremely successful in all respects. We closed the deal and now I'm looking at a ridiculous recievable come september when the development gets sold and the investors cash out. The resort was spectacular. I got to sit at the Ventana (only 5-star restaurant in town), eat stupidly pretentious foods and discuss Chilean wines with the owner for 3 hours as we watched the sun set over the valley (I know dick about wine, so I mainly listened and drank a goddamn lot of it). The place had a spectacular view.
It's good to be back home in SF even if I have a shitload of crap waiting for me back at the office. I'll tell you one thing though, if you had told me a year ago that I would be touring a resort that my client wants to buy and getting the VIP treatment from everyone I would have called you insane. High finance, swank resorts, old chilean wine, and 5-star restaurants are nice but sometimes you just want a goddamn burger while you watch 24 in your jeans. I'm not going to complain though, because I'm sure someone would go and find a nice hardware store to shove up my ass as punishment for complaining.
Verdict: Tucson is great, SF is better, and one tiger prawn should never cost 85 bucks no matter how fucking pretty it is.