So, I was at this retirement party. The guest of honor was a huge fan of Elvis so they hired an impersonator for her. Well, he was giving scarves to all the women and I was just kind of waiting for the inevitable. So, he's up on stage and some women had come up to him for their scarf from below and he bends down to give them a scarf and a kiss. Then he came down in the audience to give out some scarves and kisses as well. When he went back up on stage again, he motioned for me to come over to him. Well, I thought he should have come to ME. So no one would leave me alone and another audience member actually went to escort me to Elvis. Well, HELL if I'm going to have him bend down and possibly fall on me! I hopped right up on stage with him and started dancing..."this is my space...this is your space" and we both had a good time. I think I even let him peck me, but I've blocked that part out. The scarf ended up swallowing my earring and I didn't find it until three days later, all entwined in cheap polyester.
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There's something cute & soapy in your kitchen sink.
I'm sorry, I'm going to need a little explanation on the you and Elvis pic. And are wearing a leotard in that pic?
I am NOT wearing a leotard! Its a black on black ensemble. The Elvis story I prefer to share in person (or drunkely, over the phone).
C'mon, Tam. Get drunk and post about Elvis!
Well now you have to share the Elvis story. Start with telling us where you got that fabulous leotard.
Ok, the Elvis impersonator just creeps me out. Period.
~Rachel~
So, I was at this retirement party. The guest of honor was a huge fan of Elvis so they hired an impersonator for her. Well, he was giving scarves to all the women and I was just kind of waiting for the inevitable. So, he's up on stage and some women had come up to him for their scarf from below and he bends down to give them a scarf and a kiss. Then he came down in the audience to give out some scarves and kisses as well. When he went back up on stage again, he motioned for me to come over to him. Well, I thought he should have come to ME. So no one would leave me alone and another audience member actually went to escort me to Elvis. Well, HELL if I'm going to have him bend down and possibly fall on me! I hopped right up on stage with him and started dancing..."this is my space...this is your space" and we both had a good time. I think I even let him peck me, but I've blocked that part out. The scarf ended up swallowing my earring and I didn't find it until three days later, all entwined in cheap polyester.
The leotard was from the prop room.
He looks like he smells like cheese.
It also looks like they dragged him off the street, threw an Elvis costume on him, and gave him a mic and stage.
Could have at least given him some water, soap, and shampoo before all that...
~Rachel~
thats the best Elvis I think Erie has EVER seen!
Speaking of Elvis, one walked into Burlington today. He was up in Baby Depot. No lie...but I thought of you, Tam.
~Rachel~
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