It's Elvis week.
This time, every year, thousands of people journey to the hallowed city of Memphis to celebrate this guy. Mr. WM and myself made that very pilgrimage back in 1995- a year before we got married.
The trip itself is fodder for another post on another day, but I will give you a preview, in bullet points, to sum the whole experience up:
- Fucking hot
- Driving for 22+ hours with no sleep
- angry Motel 6 housekeeper that yelled at me
- moldy bathroom, hairy carpeting
- check into different hotel
- Graceland kind of, well...didn't suck, but the pseudo-word "meh" comes to mind.
So- yes, we went to Graceland.
And yes, we were married at the Elvis chapel in Las Vegass a year later.
And yes, we looked like this:
The Graceland Chapel is every square inch a monument to all that is gloriously tacky and genuinely American.
My dress was white satin and short, short short. The veil is intentionally 60's poofy. The Mr. was oh-so-cute in his white coat, black open-collared shirt and black pants. He grew the sideburns and dyed his hair a little darker than usual for the occasion.
The chapel even provided us with the sophisticated flowers and a stunning white limo to take us to dinner (cheeseburgers at the Stratosphere) afterwards.
It was perfectly cheesy and perfectly perfect.
Elvis week always reminds me of that day, as the old wedding anniversary is just a couple of weeks away.
A lot of people (relatives mostly) think that because we went to Graceland and did the Elvis wedding thing that we are "fanatics" of some sort- kind of like people who collect Hummel figurines and women who obsess over their pets.
Not so much. I don't want any more Elvis merchandise. Please. I beg you all. No. More.
Really, what I love about Elvis isn't on a coffee mug (got one) magnet (several) or pillow (sold in garage sale).
I don't even love the young, skinny, early-to-mid 60's Elvis so much. Although...every once in a while I see a picture of him from this time and I get a little misty in my undies. Me-ow.
What I really really love is the late 60's-early 70's Elvis. The jumpsuit-wearing, sweaty, karate-kicking, a little more meat on his bones Elvis. The way he could belt out a gospel tune gives me goosebumps. He had so much more soul and energy at this point, and it seems like he genuinely enjoyed performing, as opposed to (in my blindly opinionated opinion) the stilted, obviously staged for the teenage masses rock n' roll/blue suede shoes sort of stuff.
My name is Whiskeymarie, and I love me some Sparkly Elvis.
This is one of my favorites- he totally gets down at the end. And, I must say he looks pretty Mmmm Mmmmm good here- I'd totally let him slather me with peanut butter and make a sandwich with his banana:
P.S: It's Elvis month on T.V. Land. Do yourself a favor and have yourself a little slice of the King this month. He would want you to.
P.S.S: I almost forgot. Jon Bon Jovi got married at the same chapel, and for a while (it still may be, I don't know), our picture was on the wall with his. Awesome. And the owners at the time were from Duluth and good friends with my in-laws, so when they decided to start selling commemorative plates with wedding pics on them, our picture was the one they used for the display model. We are so cool.
P.P.S.S: Sorry to keep changing this, but I also forgot to say that for all of you that requested letters/postcards, they're all finally in the mail. Some of you may even have them already. Enjoy!