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Game On

November 18 - 20, 2025, San Diego, California

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Game On

November 18 - 20, 2025
San Diego, California

App User Engagement Insights

Published September 2024

On the app & in-person at the venue

We��ll go ahead and say it now, The Phocuswright Conference is the industry��s strongest networking event.

Our event app developers are blown away at the level of adoption and engagement they see with our attendees. But it��s no surprise to us��when you get the most senior and forward-thinking audience in travel together, they��re eager to make connections, find partners, learn from each other and discover like-minded executives.

Are you ready to join the mix and start connecting? Register now and see what the engagement is all about.

And that��s just on the app, the most important and spontaneous connections will take place face-to-face throughout the venue. Join the buzz this November.

November 18 - 20, 2025
San Diego, California

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