Ok, so we didn't solve the murder we were working on yet...but we're going to. These things take time. Damn you, videotaped statements. I had hoped to be celebrating clearing that case before I headed for Las Vegas, but real life lately has frequently refused to adjust to my timetable. But that will not stop me from having a good time. No sir. Today is the first of 11 days away from work, and I aim to enjoy them all.
Middle age male vanity is a powerful and ridiculous force. Part of tonight was spent dying my hair in order to achieve the proper Elvis color for Sunday's run. MizBubs, girl dynamo, altered my gold lame jacket and got the sleeves to the proper length. I picked up some extra Body Glide at the running store this afternoon, and solved the pants problem. Pants problem? Yeah, it turns out that the gold lame pants that came with the jacket really aren't suited to running. MizBubs, girl genius, suggested that I hit the thrift shops and find some black pants to run in--turns out Elvis only wore the full lame suit a couple of times before ripping the pants, and most of the times he performed in the gold lame jacket he wore black pants as a result. I hit the jackpot--I found two pairs of black pants at the Wings resale shop! One is a comfortable loose-fitting old pair of shiny black dress pants, high-wasted and pleated, and the other is actually a pair of Nike black running pants. I have all day tomorrow to decide.
I went to the library and got some Elvis material for inspiration. While my hair turned color and MizBubs sewed her pretty fingers to the bone we watched the first two disks of Elvis--The Great Performances, which was chock-full of very cool early footage of the King.
And now it's time for bed.
TCB!
9 comments:
I just want to state for the record that I have an iron clad alibi.
Have you worked on your sneer to show the crowd?
Enjoy your time off Elvis! Will MizBubs be running as Priscilla?
God Save the King. And pass the ammo. Hope your time off is fun!
Erik, thank you. Thank you very much.
Dale, will do. MizBubs will be cheering me from the sidelines, drink in hand, merely being fabulous.
Skylersdad, not so much. I've mostly been working on the move where the legs are splayed, the left foot stays planted while the knee rotates around, the left hand is extended in a pointing gesture, and the right hand is windmilling around like Pete Townsend on the guitar. It's a lot tougher than I thought.
Dr MVM, perhaps. But we'll still be checking your phone records. Just because.
You truely are my hero; a marathon running, murder solving, elvis impersonator.
TCB, brother. TCB.
You are my hero!
Aren't resale stores the shit, man?
Have a great time in Vegas you guys!
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