NSA goes to Hawaii
October 6, 2005

This is not an "every year" event but it should be. The Hawaii show is a lot of fun, as the photos show. We do it late in the year and it is the last show before the busy season. Many of us look forward to taking a week off afterward because we are sales people and have a little down time in October. Hopefully our factories are crankin' because of what we have done by now.

We end with a little party which is NSA management's way of saying, "Thanks, and don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way home" after a long year. Here are some photos from the day at the Marriott on Waikiki.

(As usual, click on the little picture to see the big picture.)

The Show.
We really do a show here. It is a long one... 10-4. We deserve your sympathy. Really. We do.

I'm not sure why Drake Harrison is huggin' my wife but he is. He won't eat my food but he'll grope my honey... who can figure?   

Theresa can now convincingly prove that she isn't having fun in Hawaii, she is working, working, working!

Bob, on the other hand, can't prove a thing other than the image of sartorial excellence rests in the mind of the beholder.

Lisa is either pensive or wondering when this distributor will kick loose with the PO for 175,000 that she got at the show.
The Wrap Party.
Scenes from the end of the year. We worked hard for this party. Really... we did. No, really. I'm not kidding.

This is the Official Portrait.

This is my unique slant on The Official Portrait.

Mike doesn't really belong here. He only came to Hawaii to drink our free booze.
(I guess one consolation is that I can post a goofy photo of him for all to see If I decide to do it, I'll post it here tomorrow..)

The Group.

Hi, gang! Thanks for the memories. It was a great year traveling with y'all.

Chico's would be so embarrassed.

Can you believe this? Debbie in pink Hawaii pants? Well, at least the flip-flops are coordinated.
The Wrap Dinner.
I did the most terrifyingly difficult thing I could ever do... I recommended a restaurant to Bob and Ray (and Frank, Mark, Tom and Donna, too.) It worked out just fine. Go to Keo's in Waikiki. Ask for Alex as your waiter. Order the garlic shrimp and sticky rice. Eat your heart out. Enjoy life. We did. Here's proof:

Aloha. And Mahalo for all the fish.

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