We were invited to a birthday party last night, of someone I know through BiNet Austin. (No, I’m not bi; I’m one of the token breeders they let hang around because several Poly Austin people I know are also in BiNet).
K was born August 16th, the same day Elvis died (although K was born while Elvis was still quite firmly alive, and not long out of the army), so the party had an Elvis theme. I brought along a CD of Elvis’s Sun sessions because they, in my opinion, are the music that made Elvis matter to the history of rock and roll; another guest brought the makings of several pitchers of Blue Hawaiis (one shot Blue Curaçao, one shot light rum, one splash each of sour mix and pineapple juice; shake and pour over ice in a Collins glass), and yet others arrived wearing Hawaiian shirts and leis (Blue Hawaii seemed to be a common idea here).
However, I don’t like Hawaii, so I took a somewhat different approach to costume for the evening. It only took me two and a half hours’ running around to shops yesterday afternoon to pull together the essentials of my outfit, which was based on the notion that Elvis was bleedin’ demised. Maybe you’ll be able to figure it out as well, if I tell you that I wore:
Black tank top
Silver pectoral ankh
Black jeans
Studded black leather belt
Black boots
Black hair
(It was too hot for a black jacket, and I couldn’t find a suitable hat or a smiley-face button on short notice.) And my greeting to each guest for the evening?
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!”
Nobody at the party was enough of a Fan to get it…but I got it, and I was pleased.
(And now I have to go wash out this icky temporary hair dye; it comes off all over me and over everything else as well.)
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