The great convergence of the Morgan boys occurred Friday in Denver.  After waiting 4 hours for the old man (me) to arrive all of us (and the stunning and talented Stacy) put on our best duds and headed to the Broker Restaurant.  After valet parking we walked into the bank, down the stairs, and I promptly tripped (but didn't fall) on the last step.

We announced our arrival (actually, I think my tripping pre-announced us) .... we were promptly led into the VAULT and placed in a corner (do you think they knew we were going to be "acting up" a bit?).

Out came two giant bowls of boiled shrimp (yahoo !!). Paul took a pic and hopefully will post it.  We dug in ... and in ... and in .... and loudly said "Decy", "Chely", and "Thasya" THREE times (its an Indonesian thing, sorry).

We ordered our foods, drinks, and other asundry things and then dug back into our shrimp.  Ahhh, what a wonderful night ... can't explain all the wonderful delicacies that we ate ... but the best way to characterize the evening was when I asked the stunning and talented Stacy if dinner was worth the effort of dressing up ... and she replied "YEP" ... that's my girl.  Oops, sorry ... that's Chris's girl.

After a night of watching movies, got about 4 hours sleep, woke up the boys at 6am ... shortly we head up the mountain for a drive to Grand Junction ... with visions of shrimpies dancing in our head.

Ciao ciao.