Come Have a Blast at the BOBs
Buy a couple tickets, grab BFF, and come to the BOBs but wear your nicest stretchy pants – the nibbles are to die for.
This is me and my husband, Fire Inspector Quentin Rowland, at last year’s BOB Awards. We were hanging out with Lynn Leland; Sarah Pocha, the Co-Owner of Era Maternity; and Jodi Gabrielson, the Spa Director of Healing Garden Spa. This picture was taken right before I used the runoff water from that amazing ice sculpture as a finger bowl. Well, I wasn’t going to lick my fingers – I was trying to stay classy.
I had a blast at the BOB Awards last year. Good music, great visiting, a couple of wobbly pops (Quentin drove) and too many wonderful nibbles to count.
You don’t need an award to attend. A mere $35 will get you a ticket to what I think is one of the greatest events of the year. Come dance and raise a glass or a fork.