They’ve been sitting there for a while. Months maybe.
The DVD was still in its shrink wrap, gathering dust on the Blue-Ray player that doesn’t get used anymore now that we have Netflix. The bottle had been pushed over time to the very back of the fridge; every now and again I’d see a flash of pink between the orange juice jug and the pickle jar and think, I really need to drink that someday.
Well that someday was last night. It was the kind of night where unplugging from the internet and curling up solo on the couch with a
good movie and a good beer seemed like a good idea.
I just want to state right here, that I am not a huge Elvis fan. Or even a medium-sized one. We got married in Las Vegas by an Elvis impersonator because it seemed like something silly and fun. Neither of us took it seriously. So I unwrapped Viva Las Vegas and cracked open the Rogue Voodoo Donut Memphis (peanut butter, chocolate and banana ale) with no expectations of anything serious.
Good thing, too. When my beer friend on Twitter asked me later what I thought of the Memphis Donut, my response that it’s a good match with Viva Las Vegas; both are so all over the place it’s hard to figure ’em out.
So true. I know I’m not going to watch an Oscar winner when I see an Elvis movie, but this was so disjointed I had to pay attention just to figure out what was going on. Cars and swimming pools and talent shows and musical numbers and drunken Texans and Italian race car drivers and boat interiors in the middle of the desert. So confusing. But then again, it was fun and now it’s done.
And the beer. It’s one of those beers that when I take the first sip, I think, hmm, that’s interesting! By the 10th sip however, I’m becoming much less interested in it. Bananas and chocolate and peanut butter and dark sweet malts. So confusing. But then again, it was fun and now it’s done.
And when they were done, I re-watched the Elvis-inspired Bubba Hotep. Because an aging Elvis battling an ancient Egyptian zombie was slightly less confusing.