OWFI 2018 BANQUET TABLE ANNOUNCEMENT

OWFI IS CELEBRATING OUR
50TH ANNIVERSARY
CELEBRATING OUR LEGACY, FORGING OUR FUTURE

May 4 &, 2018

Once again, I am happy to serve as OWFI’s Banquet Table's Reservation Chair Person.

There is a MAJOR CHANGE in TABLE RESERVATIONS this year!

All table reservations will be made ONLINE ONLY.

Reservations will open online on Nov 1, 2017.

The maximum number of tables a group or individual may reserve is a total of TWO.

We have a limited number of tables available for reservations.

Table reservations are $20 per table, per night.

Table reservations are a fund raiser.

Tables are not reserved, or assigned, by OWFI officers for individuals or groups.

Every person registered for the banquets is guaranteed a seat.

You do not need to reserve a table to be seated at the banquet. My crew, and I, will personally assist everyone in finding a place.

You may want to reserve a table if you have several people in your group who wish to sit together.

If you have extra seats at your reserved table, after your group has been seated, you may be asked to share those seats—at no charge to the guest.

If you know ahead of time that you will have extra seats at your reserved table, please invite speakers and new attendees to sit with your group. It's a great way to make new friends.

For questions or more info please contact vck@cox.net

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