I decided to address the young man in front of me.
"Who are you, son, and what are you doing here?"

"I beg your pardon, sir?"

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Why my name is Elvis Presley, sir, and I believe it was Mr. Martin over there who invited me."

Dean rushed over. "That's right, Rock. Elvis, glad you could make it. But this was supposed to be a surprise and you're early, man! We haven't got everyone here yet! Well since you gone and spoiled it, I suppose I'll let you know this is a SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY for you, Elvis. Have a good time, will ya?"

"Well, Dean, this is a surprise, coming from you..."

"It's your birthday, young man?" I inquired.

"Well, no sir, leastways... not 'til Sunday."

"I see. How old will you be? - if you don't mind my asking,"

"No sir, I don't mind. I'll be seventy- seven, sir."

"Why, you don't look a day over 25!"

"Well, Thankyou, sir. Thankyou very much. If you don't mind, I think I might like to take a look around, see who else is here." He reached out, shook my hand, nodded, and turned away, looking around the room as he went.

And there, to his astonishment,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ki_osW5RsA&t=165s

"OIK!!!" he said..."another danged Look Alike convention. At least this batch can sing".

Dean strolled over to me, "If this is a lookalike convention, Mister, who in heck are you supposed to be?!"

Dean then made his way over to the astonished Elvis. "How ya like that Dion, El? Pretty good stuff, huh?" He winked and smiled broadly. Elvis smiled back at him at slapped him heartily on the shoulder. "Thankyou, Dean. I really appreciate you bringin' all these folks in. It's really great... really great, thankyou."

This is just what I needed to take my mind off the previous events, I told myself. I decided to relax and enjoy the evening when I caught a glipse of my doppleganger staring at me from across the room.

Stupid mirror.

There had to be something wrong with the mirror because my reflected doppleganger was no longer staring at me, but at something behind me.

http://youtu.be/sU9onCxssDM?t=1m

Mirror...

CANDYMAN...CANDYMAN...CANDYMAN

http://youtu.be/YFHynLAq3S0?t=2m33s

What was happening to me? Previously, I was hallucinating and now I'm seeing only in black and white. What the....??? I reach into my pocket for......

... the sheer pleasure of it. But what else did I find? Four coins! Not just coins, but barber halves. Uncirculated! Matching!! Gorgeous!!! But, what good is two bucks in this inflated economy?

I felt a tug on my sleeve and instantly I clasped my coins tighter in my hands. "Hey, I'll sing you a song for two bucks", said an rather large imposing woman. Without waiting for an answer, she began to sing.

Her voice knocked me back a few steps and then I recognized her. It was Ethel Merman!

Okay, I had to admit it. The dame drove me nuts with desire. I was getting hot under the collar and the rest of me was glad to see her too.

After her rendition of "Any Thing Goes" or perhaps it was "There's no buisiness like show buisiness" she turned to me and said.....(I honestly can't remember what she sang as I was so enamoured by her presence).

"I Get a Kick out of you."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbqpAzClhOk&feature=related

Waking up to the sound of a ringing phone. Wha....?? "Hey sleepy head, said a smooth voice, listen we are in a bit of trouble here,can you help us cousins out and give us a lift?". Grabbing my keys, I headed out the door with the dogs.

At least I thought I grabbed my keys. When I got to my car, there I stood with two dogs and a butcher knife. That was when the cop walked by. A police dog...