Roast Dad

To celebrate my dad's demotion as president, his Rotary Club held a Roast for him. A fun (and delish) dinner at the country club, roasts are definitely a guy thing. My brother James and sister Stacy even flew in from Colorado to surprise my dad (and boy was he).

Dad's friends dressed up as Popeye and Olive Oil during their roasting.

My Grandpa helped present my dad with his Rotarian President's Plaque.

The Sullivan 5 together again!

Dad, Stacy, Mom, me and James.

My dad's theme this year was sailing, so many of the guests came decked out in sailors gear. Some showed up in pirate garb (the evil overthrowers). Mom worked so hard to help organize the Roast, which included coordinating my brother and sister's surprise arrival(s).

Alas, the evil pirates eventually showed up and overthrew Dad. It was inevitable. He ended the evening in this small life raft wearing floaties and holding a gallon size bottle of Geritol. Much better than having to walk a plank. Dad brought his swimsuit just in case they were actually going to make him get wet. He was a great sport, and a great president.

He'll enjoy the break now, though.