I meant lei me. Well, my mom actually meant it.
This past weekend, Mom (partner in many trashtacular crimes) and I were lucky enough to see the fabulous ELVIS LIVES show that made a tour stop in Bowling Green, KY. As usual I tend to really class up the joint, so here goes —
As soon as we arrived, I had to race up the balcony stairs to capture the crowd I would be sitting among. Me, Mom and 75-year-olds (which didn’t hurt my ego).
When we tried to enter the theater, I insisted that these two guest passes were our tickets. Turns out, it was another CBXB blonde moment. I was overly excited and didn’t look deep into crevices of the letter envelope I was handed at Will Call. So smart.
While sauntering into the theater, I couldn’t believe my eyes at all of the chic attire.
And what about this full on purple sequins jacket with matching pants?
Speaking of attire, look at this gold sparkly jacket with bedazzled cuffs and collar that I wanted to rip of Elvis’s body!
As the show went on, I was getting a lifelong Elvis commentary by my mom…
“Oh! This was the first time I saw him on TV!”
“AH! This was the first time I saw him in concert!”
Audible gasp – “Blue Hawaii is when I fell in love with Elvis.”
So, when Elvis walked out in Hawaiian attire, I dared mom to shout “lay me!”
Then, I fell in love with Elvis as a scarf was placed around his neck.
Thank God I wore proper shoes to run down the aisle to get the aforementioned scarf asfastasIcould. Someone even complimented me on my wind sprint (which was a highly regarded compliment, since I’m more of a distance runner – and by runner, I mean jogger).
I only ended up majorly out of breath from my 45 foot sprint, although I got up close and personal with The King.
My thoughts then turned to Ted, as a larger-than-life disco ball spun around the stage, creating shadows and moving lights extraordinaire.
My at-home version for the ball of fur.
Once the show was over, we used our guest passes to go backstage. I immediately found a microphone and promptly began interviewing any and everyone in sight.
Then I turned into Teddy and got completely distracted trying to figure out how to put this gigantic disco ball in my purse…
The BIG moment arrived when two of the four Elvis impersonators came out to say hello. I kept it professional.
My mom on the other hand turned into a mauler.
And again – look at her hand!
Taking the cue from Mom, I felt the need to try to snuggle up to one of the two Kings.
Mom and I snuck away to go to the bathroom, where we “stumbled” upon the Elvis dressing room.
I of course had to sneak in a picture. My mom was so worried we’d get caught she forgot to hold the camera steady.
When I reminded her that she didn’t see the real Elvis, she took a deep breath and got the second picture with more ease.
On our way out, I spotted what was my equivalent to a winning PowerBall lottery ticket. THE WARDROBE CASE.
Hurry and take the picture before security throws us out!
I think I need the belt to complete my jumpsuit look…
I didn’t realize how much I had in common with Elvis until the show. We both love all things gaudy, shiny and sparkly – quite possibly a perfect match.
Too bad he’s dead.