Inside we collect hellos and how’ve-you-beens from people we haven’t seen since last elvis week, or ever.
I like to think that I’m a pretty deep guy, but when the guitar players wife said how much she liked my shirt, I felt really ok.
“My girlfriend picked it out for me.” Was the best I could do. Although none of my close friends are married. The Dempsey’s (the band) played a phenomenal show, augmented by guest appearances from a young elvis performer (he doesn’t like the word “impersonator.” A woman asked John to dance, Nick took to the floor with a women near us. I danced with Brad’s wife the way I suppose you dance with your friends wife. It was a very chaste, and campy waltz with a lot of catching up conversation and a dip at the end of the song.
The band took a break and came over to talk to us. When we came in, we were worried that they might have forgotten us. “Now you guys saw us play at Elvis’ last year, right? You sat right down front, and then here too, only you sat over there.”
Maybe I’m stuck in Middle school, but at least I was one of the cool kids this time.