Sadly the 2011 Elvis Festival had to come to an end.
Our final night in town included the Elvis Forever Young Show performed so well by Silas. It also contained the series of events that led to me kissing Elvis several times.
Here’s what we led me to that point of madness where I kissed Elvis and then got sick (boy germs)…
JamElvis visits the Parkes Wall of Fame
JamElvis drops by the Parkes Hotel for a drink...
Inside the joint was jumping with Elvis karaoke and Elvis dancing
Back outside we admire the Elvis inspired menu
From here we went to the Elvis Forever Young spectacular, which was amazing, but somehow leftt me wanting MORE MORE MORE!!.
So we went for a pub crawl.
First stop was The Broadway Hotel, home to the fantastic, amazing and gorgeous BROADWAY SHOWGIRLS!!! One of the showgirls commented on this blog yesterday! Actual Elvis Festival celebrity! On this blog! OMG!
Broadway Showgirls nice 'n' sweaty post undulation
Poor girls were dancing for tis Blue Elvis who sang Viva Las Vegas several times ...IN A ROW! Nice touch is the tomato sauce bottle over his shoulder
Luckily the lovely Broadway Showgirls were available for photographs…
There's gorgeous girls and then there's JamElvis and P.Nelvis
After enjoying the Showgirls company we signed up for some karaoke. With all the versions of Viva Las Vegas the wait was long so we headed up the street to the Star Hotel where the infamous Bearded Elvis aka The Bondi Bus Driver was doing his thing. So loveable was he, I HAD to kiss him…
Hot or what? Bearded Elvis sings his theme song "Elvis in Australia"
We stayed at the Star until closing, so fine was the entertainment. We made our way back to the Broadway Hotel where our song had probably been and gone. We did unfortunately witness the Broadway Showgirls in street clothes absolutely murdering Viva Las Vegas. All the showgirl mystique was brutally washed away, that’s all I’ll say.
Next stop, the Royal Hotel, which was on fire! For some reason, probably the large number of Cuba Libres I drank, there’s not many photos from this point in the evening. Nothing except pics of me kissing Elvis.
Two Elvii negotiate a kiss... Tongue or no tongue
Apart from a rather revolting set of photos of me kissing Elvis, this is the last image from the night…
A lovely Priscilla adjusts her wig in the Ladies
Then it was back to Tent City for Temazapan dreams so we would be fresh for the Elvis Gospel service at 8.30am.
The last day…
After a good 5 hours of death like sleeping pill snooze we awoke in Tent City refreshed for the day.
Farewell Tenty City. I don't miss you
First stop breakfast, which was a bacon and egg roll beautifully cooked by the local footy club in the Tent City facilities…
JamElvis contemplates the Temazapan sunrise. Pic: P.NElvis
We packed up and left Tent City forever. And headed down to the Elvis Gospel Service. We arrived at the same time as that Superstar… Dean Vegas!
Dean Vegas arriving at the gospel service in style, a convertible old school holden
When I look closer at this picture Dean appears a little anxious as he glances in my direction. Does he think I am some new super creepy trans-stalker? Is he thinking “That’s the lady-boi who kissed me at the show?? Is he/she going to kiss me again?? What is he/she??”.
Does Dean appear worried to you?
Anyways, on with the show.
I was moved by the Elvis Gospel Service. Perhaps it was the sanctified atmosphere of the Woolworth’s car park, or the uplifting singing that moved me to tears (yes , real tears).
I suspect it was the sleeping pill.
The cathedral like setting of the Elvis Gospel service
It was lovely right up until the minister asked us to pray. That’s when we left. And P.NElvis had second breakfast.
P.NElvis tucks into soul food ... a ham & cheese croissant
Almost time to go, we wander up the main street…
Lovely stickers on a ute parked in the centre of town
Just enough time to pop into a private collection of Elvis ummm, stuff.
P.NElvis merging seamlessly in silhouette with an Elvis banner
Like Madame Tussauds the likeness to the real person is uncanny
Highlight ... Amazing collection of Franklin Mint Elvis plates
After 4 days of Elvis euphoria, sadly, finally it was time to leave Parkes.
Not just time to leave Parkes, but time to remove those sideburns.
The best $3 I ever spent, those sideburns I stuck on my face on Thursday night. Three days later, several showers, daily trips to the pool, sweaty karaoke, hi-jinx, booze ‘n’ food and the sideburns are still there. They don’t want to come off, but come off they must!
Yes, that was painful pulling them off. Not only was removing the sideburns painful, they also left a tan line and a certain sticky substance that took days of scrubbing to completely remove.
Goodbye Elvis, hello floppy hair