Monday, December 13, 2004
so last night

someone asked me what i was going to blog about today .. and i said i really didn't know - maybe about the elvis show - maybe about something interesting that happened on the way to work - or i might have to pull something out of the vault.

and still i'm not sure what to write about ..... i did have a pretty good weekend which involved going to see an Elvis impersonator in Gainesville, GA. ( which in itself is a story ) but my friends mom rented a big ass limo/van - looks like a van from the outside and a limo inside .... full of champagne, beer, bourbon, and gin..{ there are worse ways to travel } but i gotta tell you - that thing was made for making out. Plush leather sofa seats - soft "rope" lighting on the roof - windows that had shades that roll down - excellent make out machine - but alas i was there with women and the obligatory gay men - 2 of which fell instantly in love with me ( of course ) in fact i think i got engaged to one on the way home .... cause i remember him saying " i think this means we're engaged - and i replied - i'd like a spring wedding before it gets too hot"....

but back to Elvis. This place is an old motel from the 50's at a lake in north georgia... they have a buffet for dinner of ALL fried food {and i'm so not kidding }... and then the elvis show - the gold lame elvis, the black leather elvis, and the krispy kreme elvis ... it really is funny. He doesn't take himself seriously at all - which is a good idea since it's a family run joint and elvis is also cooking the catfish - it's sorta strange to see elvis cook, the perform, then as he's closing the show - starting to bus the tables. But it was fun - we brought a life size elvis cutout with us -and we all got our picture taken with it ... and in true elvis style - all the women got scarves from the 'king' .... what is funny is all of us who were 30ish knew when to stop drinking alcohol and move to water or tea - so when it was over we were all feeling fine, and the older ones there - were drunk off their ass ... which was funny for a while - then it became - " will the old people sit down and shut the fuck up, pleaseandthankyou." we had the 'elvis' sign our cardboard cutout and we decided that we'd have each impersonator we saw sign it too ( and yes, this means we'll prolly see many many more in our time ... but i'm ok with that -cause damnit, it's funny ... and as long as they don't take themselves seriously and know it's fun too - life is good )

i had a little case of the lonely's while on the dance floor - it was the whole group of girls dancing thing - and i SO SO SO want to slow dance with a man. To have his hand in mine, or on my back, and swaying to the music ( al green anyone? ), and to smell his cologne ... the thought of it makes me all swoony. and i do so love to swoon. and slow dance. with a good smelling man. ( just an FYI if anybody knows anyone for me, i'm just sayin')

sunday was good - i slept late and went over to a co-workers house to visit for a while .. that's always fun... and let's see what else ... oh yes desperate housewives was on - you can't go wrong with that.

but i still wanna dance.

"dance a little closer to me
dance a little closer now
dance a little closer tonight

dance a little closer to me
well it's closing time
and love's on sale tonight at this five and dime"

posted by Allie @ 12/13/2004 09:40:00 AM


At 11:09 AM, Blogger Champagnelady59 said...

Sounds like fun. Hell, I"ll come and dance with ya, I know it just isn't the same. I had almost the same feeling Sat night. Had the big party for the clinic where I work and the slow songs came on and Amber just didn't want to dance with me! LOL.

At 11:20 AM, Blogger M'Ary* said...

If I put on the BGH's cologne and come dance with you, does that count?

That's all I got.

At 11:31 AM, Blogger Allie#3ga said...

doesn't even have to be cologne ... just a good soap and water smell works for me too... and yes. i'll dance with you anyday.

At 12:35 PM, Blogger devilboss said...

Since my husband and I have never danced, that I can remember, can I cut in?

At 1:05 PM, Blogger Tasty said...

Here's my dancing story for ya. It's real romantic. Once upon a time, Grimace and I were at a very lovely wedding reception, and I leaned over andI once said to him, "If you ever want to have sex again, ask me to dance. Right now."

But this is about you, and I'd dance with you, too. You're HOT.

At 5:19 PM, Blogger M'Ary* said...

My husband's not a dancer, either. Maybe if I had a penis...alas, I don't.

Or it could be that he's only as romantic as a potato, regardless of the recipient.

Have I mentioned previously that Kathy Mattea graduated from my high school? My algebra teacher was her high school choir director. It was his only claim to fame. And I'm not sure HOW that qualified him to teach math.

At 6:26 PM, Blogger se7en said...

Elvis lives! Haha I never did make it to Graceland, always wanted to go... Now i'm back in La. But N.O. has it's own charm, but sadly not much in the way of Elvis impersonators..

I was living in Marietta a few years ago. I loved it there, beautiful, lots of trees, very hilly and fantastic weather.
Seems like there's always some kind of eccentric thing going on to investigate up that way.

At 9:53 AM, Blogger christ*el #3tx said...

you went to go see elvis WITHOUT me? i am so hurt.

and i will let you borry DB for dancin and squeezin any time you like. you know he's game and he's good too. and he smells terrific.


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