The Elvis Festival, baby! Momentum has been slowly building all week, and today the main street went wild with everything Elvis related.
I knew it was a big event, but I was still surprised when I rounded the corner to a local park and discovered this in the very place I was intending to drink my coffee while relaxing on a bench:
I knew they had to host it SOMEWHERE but the sight was so unexpected than an involuntary "Shiiii-ver me timbers!" escaped my mouth.*
[* Since the Pirates' vocabularies are growing daily, I'm trying to curb my swearing. Lately I've been substituting pirate phrases for obscenities and that seems to be working well, although shouting "Avast!" doesn't have quite the same cathartic effect as dropping the F-bomb. However, screaming "Mothergrabbing lilylivered deckswabbing monkey!" after stubbing your toe feels better than you might expect.]
I stopped briefly at the main stage, where a low-key Elvis impersonator was crooning to the crowd while a couple danced in front of the stage:
Back on the main street there were quite a few street performers, including...
I Can't Remember The Words Elvis, who kept checking the lyrics on his portable karaoke machine while singing:
Western Shirt Wearing Elvis (Elvis-philes - was this something The King would have worn? It seems questionable to me.):
Black Elvis, who was repeatedly greeted by name by passerby and seems to be something of a fixture at the event:
Silver Statue Elvis:
Blue Guitar Elvis:
I Grow My Own Sideburns Elvis:
I Grow My Own Sideburns Too And Mine Are Better Elvis:
My Wig Doesn't Fit But I'm Having A Blast Anyway Elvis:
And Matador Elvis joined by Red Cape Elvis and It's 11am And I've Already Had Four Beers Elvis for the big finale of Hound Dog:
And it's not just Elvises (Elvi?)! There were little Priscillas...
...and, interestingly, a few WWII military costumes:
I just have to point out the shoes that the woman on the far left is wearing. She was 85 if she was a day, and rocking these black and white Oxford heels:
ADORE. And yes, I totally stalked an old lady for half a block while taking photos of her feet. I may need help.
The big parade is tomorrow (Vegemite Wife - I'm totally going to keep an eye out for your dad's car!), and I'll be spending my evening styling Ben's Elvis wig.