This is a tough post to write folks. Not because the subject matter is sad- I’m here to tell you about a freaking Elvis Impersonation Contest, there’s nothing sad about that- but because it’s going to be really, really hard to resist filling this post with a bunch of really bad puns. But I’ll try my very best to tell you all the reasons why you need to plan on spending your Saturday night at the Seattle Center, where the Elvis Invitationals are taking over. Grab your best white jumpsuit, curl your lip, and practice your hip swing little mama, because the King is back!
(image taken from www.seattleinvitationals.com)
Okay, so if you have no idea what I’m talking about, the Elvis Invitationals is massive Elvis impersonation contest celebrating the 50th anniversary of the King’s last visit to the Emerald City. So if you foster an unnatural obsession with Elvis like my bff, who spent a spring break visiting Graceland her sophmore year of college, love peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwiches (which are delicious by the way) or just sing a rockin’ rendition of Viva Las Vegas after a few cocktails, then cancel all your other Saturday night plans. You’re hanging with the King.
Got the balls to enter? Pick your song and sign up at www.SeattleInvitationals.com. You bring your concert and a healthy pair of vocal cords and perform said song on the stage of the EMP. Prizes for the top 20 finishers (that’s good odds) are being donated by Archie McPhees (not surprising) and Top Pot Donuts (also not surprising). Of course, you don’t HAVE to sing to go- you can join the crowd and just watch the magic that happens when this many Elvis impersonators gather in one place. (This is going to be even better than Ferngully.)
Tickets are $12 and available online via Brown Paper Tickets. Yeah yeah yeah, it’s not free, but it’s the same price as a movie, and we’re talking Elvis people. Don’t let your suspicious mind get you all shook up and make you miss out on this awesome event- you’ll totally end up in heartbreak hotel if you let cynicysm rule your life like that. Instead, confess your burning love for the Elvis you love most and don’t be cruel- you never know, you might end up running off to Blue Hawaii with the pompadour of your dreams. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist any longer.)
