One Week Later, Still Recovering

I live in a pretty special place. So special, that on a random Sunday afternoon, I can walk into a random local bar with a friend and see an Elvis impersonator performing all day.

I’m not going to lie. He was good. The crowd loved him!

He had a cheerleader dancing with pom poms and a bubble machine.

He danced on the tables. He even crawled across the tables. I’ve never seen a performer work harder for a crowd.

Best of all, he sang an extra long version of “Suspicious Minds” for my friend and me. With lots of pointing. I was still trying to digest that my pub stop for a beer turned into a full-on Elvis tribute band.

And that was how I spent the weirdest Mother’s Day of my life.