Do you know the way to San Diego

what can you say about a place that delivers a hairdryer within minutes of you calling saying your room didn't have one? What can you say about a place where at your first sit down meal, you meet a wonderful couple from San Diego who talk about their dislike for Trump and their religious irreverence and love for well written sitcoms--all within that awkward "where ya' from" intro stage?  What can you say about a place where you're so exhausted from a 5:00 AM wake up call that you snap at your husband, but decide to suck it up and see a show with wonderful music from Abba and Journey and the Rolling Stones?  You say, "damn, I'm elfin' exhausted but let's stay up for another five--uh..ten--uh..fifteen minutes" and you're so glad you did.  And finally, what can you say when you see sexy gods and goddesses and their boundless energy, getting you to not only sing along to, but dance to "Hands Up?" like you did when you were here in 1992?  You say thanks!!  Thanks for the great entertainment and the husband's nice bonus that financed this trip, and thanks that it wasn't me who ordered the fatal meal last night at Texas Roadhouse.  You say you're grateful.  You say you are excited about tomorrow.  And you finally say good night