Now it’s night time and it’s the right time for the The Seventies Show starring … DEAN VEGAS!! Who you might remember was the first ever Elvis I kissed, EVER.
Anyways, on with the show. I thought it was great.
Schmaltzy, cheesy, idolatry, reverent glamorous and mildly spectacular. There were showgirls after-all, Deans’ own showgirls. And NOT the only showgirls in town cos there are the supertastic Broadway Showgirls too who were used by every Elvis Tribute Artist in Parkes over the weekend.
Mr Vegas would slip from the peculiar Elvis-lite accent many of the ETAs use into his regular Aussie voice. But as I have said before, don’t the girls love him? And I do too…
The show got under way with a bang, showgirls and a red jumpsuit
Dean sizzling on-stage at the Pakes Leagues Club
Before we knew it it was half time, so I went downstairs to use the facilities…
Not sure why this sign needed elaboration, but just so we are clear THIS IS THE FEMALE AND THE LADIES TOILET!!
And I also popped into to see what entertainment was on offer in the cocktail lounge. It was none other than this fellow…
Dead ringer Steve "Elvis" King struckdumb by his rousing reception
Back upstairs for the second half of the show. By now Dean had whipped the crowd into a frenzy with moves like this …
White jump suit, Elvis moves, sex on legs
Let me just reiterate this point… the ladies love Dean…
Getting down and dirty with the girls, Dean swaps saliva
And I love Dean. He set off the whole chain reaction of kissing Elvii and it all started here…
JamElvis in raptures watching Dean. Moments later I enticed him with my woMANly ways and snagged a kiss
Dean cocks an ear as the crowd screams "WE LOVE YOU!!!"
Phew. So exhausted were we after the incredible entertainment that P.Nelvis and I decided to head back to Tent City around 10.30pm for an early night.
Bad idea. Even though I swallowed a mouthful of valium, by 3am I am screaming SHUT UP, SHUT UP!! (yes twice like a mad lady) at my Tent City neighbours.
Through the night there were waves of people coming back to their tents, the flip flop of thongs wandering to and from the toilet, the chattering as people bedded down, every fart, a symphony of snoring.
Tired.
will we see you up there next year?
You have heard me karaoke, so somehow I don’ think I have quite the voice to do an entire show.
I can pose though…
what a performance…can’t quite visualize you screaming
during the wee hours of the morn…..
It was a shock to me too, that I had tuned into a cranky old woman. I blame the valium.
You have the Energy and Passion to pull off a whole show though Jane
If I could mime it, for sure. Did karaoke with a singer the other night. So depressing
i freaking love this
He plays Souths Juniors occasionally, if you want to experience the hot hot heat of Dean Vegas in person.
Well that hot, hot kiss he gave you is a great marketing tool that is for sure!
Dear Jamvis
So many happy memories, cant WAIT for the (spoiler alert) Sat night Silas show recap.
I do have to dispute one error of fact – these showgirls werent The Broadway Showgirls that appeared at every other envelope opening in Parkes 2011. Frankly Dean’s two didnt have the same pizzaz as the BS gals (ooh that GI Blues shimmy). I put the error down to your simpleton-like behaviour in the face of big DV’s hot lips.
All showgirls look the same to me.
And yes I was hypnotised by big DV’s hot lips, hair, legs, Elvis moves etc.
Thanks P.NElvis you are right we didn’t dance at The Dean Vegas Concert although we did dance with him in the park while the elvis record attempt was happening so you are correct when you say we danced with all the ETA’s in Parkes lol. Also Thanks for the vote of confidence we love the GI Blues dance too. We had a very busy but amazing weekend resulting in us being asked to dance on The King Tribute Cruise in November. Hope you can Join us.
Wow!
Actual Broadway Showgirls commenting on this blog!!!
I am overwhelmed with excitement.
You girls were awesome.
Thanks for bringing some sass to Parkes!
I reckon the female ladies toilet thing was put there by someone a little bit like me (read: cranky pedant). I always find it vaguely annoying when toilets say “female toilet”. It sounds as if it is being ascribed a gender, as in female duck, female echidna etc. For some reason, this annoyance particularly strikes me at the toilets at Central station. Anyhoo, hooray for womens/ladies/anything but female toilets.
Uhhh, yeah.
The sub editor within cannot be controlled, can it?
I knew i’d get no sympathy from you. You…artist
How DARE you accuse me of being an artist!
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