Comments on: Thank you, Elvis, for a lovely evening

By: Abbie

Abbie — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 21:34:21 +0000

Why is it that the best dates, and mind blowing sex are all reserved for dreams?

I had to laugh about Tracy’s comment about Elvis kissing her two friends in his barn when she was the one who had the crush on him – not intending it to be mean – just that I could identify with it. There was this guy I went to grade school with, Matt Riordan, ugh, he was georgeous and I had a king sized crush on him. My friend Mary could have cared less about Matt and was tired of hearing me mention his name. One afternoon Mary and I were hanging outside the playground waiting for Matt to get done playing softball – I was working up the nerve to ask him to the Sock Hop at school the following week and my dad drove by and told me I had to go home. The next day I got to school in time to see Matt and Mary kissing at the end of a row of lockers – Broke my heart.

By: patois

patois — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 06:37:50 +0000

Girl, you remember more about your dreams than I remember about my day.

By: Neil

Neil — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 03:27:28 +0000

My wife dragged me to three of those Campbell Soup Figure Skating shows, and in each one, Elvis came out, did some booty shaking, waved, and the audience went wild. Except… he hardly did any real figure skating. I’m not sure why I am telling you this story, other than pure jealousy. I wish I could go to a job where I wave a little and get paid for it.

By: Spring

Spring — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 18:43:26 +0000

What a delicious, delightful dream! I hope more such dreams will follow…little gifts, just for you

By: Deb

Deb — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 08:07:01 +0000

Awesome…..my therapist says everyone in your dreams is some part of yourself. LOVE this

By: Fairly Odd Mother

Fairly Odd Mother — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 02:39:42 +0000

Great dream. I remember when I first saw Elvis, it was a year there was a French skater named Philippe—oh, how I loved Philippe for that season. After that, he went all slick and fussy and the love was gone. Elvis always struck me as more real.

Maybe this was your brain’s way of letting you know that you will be able to fall in love (or at least lust–hey, you gotta start somewhere) again.

By: Velma

Velma — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 02:07:26 +0000

Smiley dreams are awesome. Happy Thanksgiving, Jenn.

By: Tracy

Tracy — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 17:32:31 +0000

Oh Jenn! Elvis was my first crush. I was in a skating “carnival” with him when I was about 8, and I got to be his partner because we were both short. I don’t think he said a word to me all through rehearsals and the show. AND…to add insult, he invited 2 of my friends over and kissed them both in his barn. Tragedy. Anyway, I agree, he’s a doll. And his mother would adore you.

Be well sweetie. I’m glad you’re having sweet dreams.

By: moxiemomma

moxiemomma — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 06:10:11 +0000

*smiles* lovely, lovely, lovely

xomox

By: the Mater

the Mater — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 03:33:11 +0000

I think you’re just jealous of my Elvis and your subconscious mind stored our Monday-night conversation when I was telling the girls how much I loved Elvis Presley and his blue-suede shoes. Yep, my Elvis got into your head and played around a little, letting your Elvis appear later and skate back into your heart.

Love me tender, love me true …