What a terrible way to waste three beautiful days of summer. Not to mention the waste of money from missed work, gas, picnic fare, new clothes and the drycleaning bill from all the Shasta pops spilled on your lap.
My parents did do the obilgatory invite to their convention, unfortunately I will be at the pool with a good book and a soft pillow under my head. I sure hope they enjoy year 83 of sitting through another summer convention - happy for them that it is best one yet.