The King is Dead! Long Live the King!
In honor of the fact that Elvis Presley died 30 years ago this week, there is all manner of Elvis-themed candy at Kroger.
And last night I was invited to an Elvis-themed birthday party at a biker bar. This being the South, it was a biker COFFEE BAR because you can't get a liquor license within a stone's throw of a church. The proprietor allowed us to drink our festive beverages in those classy red plastic cups until the place closed, at which point the event became a private party and no longer had to be discreet.
Despite my drinking a generous amount of vodka-based drinks, I did not participate in karaoke. (Vodka is a part of my heritage; karaoke is not.) I did answer the one trivia question that I knew the answer to (the name of Elvis's twin brother). And I only spoke to people who I already knew. In my defense, most people came in a group (I went alone) and only spoke to the people in the group that they came with.
And last night I was invited to an Elvis-themed birthday party at a biker bar. This being the South, it was a biker COFFEE BAR because you can't get a liquor license within a stone's throw of a church. The proprietor allowed us to drink our festive beverages in those classy red plastic cups until the place closed, at which point the event became a private party and no longer had to be discreet.
Despite my drinking a generous amount of vodka-based drinks, I did not participate in karaoke. (Vodka is a part of my heritage; karaoke is not.) I did answer the one trivia question that I knew the answer to (the name of Elvis's twin brother). And I only spoke to people who I already knew. In my defense, most people came in a group (I went alone) and only spoke to the people in the group that they came with.
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