OK, so Kitten1 and 2 and I had our Pool Boy drive Mr.Randi to the event from his hotel. Then they got to go out and buy him pizza! I stayed to help sell tickets....bummer.
After we are all supposed to go to this restaurant. We have Scotts directions and people in another car following us.
Somehow Scott's directions lead to us having to drive into a cemetery and turn around (which is so fun when you have someone following you, do you think they figured out we were LOST?). All three of us women were in the back shouting directions to Pool Boy and laughing at the same time. Poor Mr.Randi claims that our high pitched voices make him deaf. He claims we speak at some frequency only heard by dogs.
We finally found the restaurant, while making up good excuses for why we took a detour through a cemetery. Kitten2 finally got to meet her hero (and even hug him). Pool Boy said, "MrRandi is so sharp!" and now has almost as much admiration for him as the female members of the family.
I'll post photographic proof as soon as I figure out HOW to do it.
Hey Rebecca, how's the expensive furniture I bought for your apartment?
And Rebecca and Pool Boy are going on the road with their act! Mind you, I think they'll have to work some of the seedier lounges in Vegas, cause their act isn't rated G!