Sadly the 2011 Elvis Festival had to come to an end.
Here’s what we led me to that point of madness where I kissed Elvis and then got sick (boy germs)…
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!
Luckily the lovely Broadway Showgirls were available for photographs…
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…
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.
Apart from a rather revolting set of photos of me kissing Elvis, this is the last image from the night…
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.
First stop breakfast, which was a bacon and egg roll beautifully cooked by the local footy club in the Tent City facilities…
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!
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??”.
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.
It was lovely right up until the minister asked us to pray. That’s when we left. And P.NElvis had second breakfast.
Almost time to go, we wander up the main street…
Just enough time to pop into a private collection of Elvis ummm, stuff.
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.