In May there was a reunion of old school chums, I mean old, some going back to first grade. We picked Las Vegas because of it's blatent tackiness. There were 10 people invited and 4 of us showed. Not a bad percentage after 30 years. We manged to hold our own in Sin City and Surfer Bob was there to witness it in all it's glory. There were Bob sightings in the casinos, at fine restaurants, and the pool. I do not reccomend staying at the Flamingo Hotel , but if you must make the most out of it. Surfer Bob was able to work on his tan. He fit in quite well with all the bridezillas and wedding parties. It's amazing how many wedding chapels there are around town and that's not including the drive thrus. Saturday was spent at the cabana by the "adult" pool. Almost single, Candace, had her eyes and hands all over Bob.
Bert couldn't wait to have his picture taken with the spitting flamingoes in the background.
I don't know what David is doing with Surfer Bob but he seems to be amused.