Elvis is everywhere

On Thursday afternoon, my friend Susan announced that she wanted to go to Friday happy hour at Chuy's off of Knox-Henderson.  See, yesterday was Elvis Presley's 81st birthday, and in honor of the occasion, they would be featuring an Elvis tribute artist during happy hour.  

I had always said impersonator, but apparently, it's tribute artist.  At that rate, I suppose drag queens are female tribute artists.  Anyhow, Let me cut to the chase.  Here: 

Awesome, right?  I had never seen an Elvis tribute artist before, nor had Cas.  We had already agreed to go and determined that we were down to clown before we realized that Susan and Elvis were both celebrating a birthday on the 8th.

Of course, there was Cake.  A Priscilla tribute artist (oh, screw it- I want to say impersonator...) walked around the restaurant, handing out Twinkies.  She kept calling them Elvis food.  So, there was cake.

There was also a real cake, but Cas and I left before that was cut.  In all honesty, the Elvis impersonator was a very good singer and quite a charismatic performer.  He also did something that was brilliant on several ways.  Other Elvis-looking men arrived, and he invited them to sing a song.  It did three things: 

1. It made the other Elvises happy
2. It gave him a break
3. It reminded the crowd who the talented one was

The other Elvises kind of sucked.  And this one was very talented.  

Today is Richard Nixon's birthday.  It's also my mom's birthday.  I imagine it would have been much cooler for her as a young person to share the date with Elvis rather than Tricky Dick, but either one is better than me sharing my date with Princess Diana's death.  Talk about a bummer.  I also share my birthday with Van Morrison, so he and I have to hear about a dead princess whenever we have cake.  I think Susan wins, though, because as Mojo Nixon said, Elvis is everywhere.