Je Suis Shook Up Parce Que Elvis-Fest

So, it’s obvious by now that I’m all about the city. I love everything about it including the traffic, the random yelling outside my window at 3 a.m. and the quickened step I get when walking home through my neighborhood during the wee hours of the morning. (Great if my mother wasn't worried enough about her little girl alone in Toronto I bet she will be now.)

What you may not know about myself is that I also enjoy getting out of the downtown core for a weekend here and there for maybe a little cottage getaway, a semi-vacation down to visit my lovely friends in L.A. or a road trip out to Stoney Creek to visit family.

One of my favorite, if not my favorite get away is up to see my very best friend Melissa aka Mails up in Collingwood. It’s two hours from the city, I can park on the grass without getting a ticket and apparently public intoxication is encouraged, especially during a little gathering called Elvis Fest!

Last Friday, Grimza and I gathered up our half full bottles of Finlandia and headed North to spread some diecis (translation: a drink with 10 shots in it) with the good people of Collingwood including Mails. Two trays of jello shooters and a few too many cupcakes later we were done annoying the neighbors and we gathered the group to head to town. Note: town was two blocks away, or the way I counted, one beer traveler.

At last, Elvis Fest! This being my third year attending I was not shocked to see the thousands upon thousands of people decked out in their best Elvis get ups complete with fake side burns, flashing glasses, leather jackets and that wicked Elvis hair-do he was so famous for.

Besides the huge line up for beer tokens (and the mouthy kid that cut in line and almost started a riot among our group..."Bradsy, hold my purse!") and the fact that it was a portable toilet kinda situation, which for a girl dieci beers in was a nightmare, the main Elvis Fest area was full of random fun.

As the night wore off so did Grimza's booze buzz and since the beer tent only offered Black Fly as a beer alternate it was time for shots at the local bar JD's.

Shot after shot Grimza got a little more Grimy and I began to grow slightly more obnoxious having a conversation with Mails' boyfriend Bradsy on subjects to which I can not recall. Back to the house, down goes the pizza and wings and off to my usual basement pull out couch.

Morning time and wicked head ache plagues my four hours of sleep body. We head out for an early breakfast (a special Elvis Fest fixed menu by the way) at our favorite spot The Georgian Bay Family Restaurant, and recount the night hoping that between the three of us we can piece together the whole night over eggs and sausage.

The verdict? I love Collingwood, I love Elvis Fest, I love good friends, but man does it feel good to get back to the city where they drive the speed limit or above and men in leather one piece suits are kept to a minimum.

Thanks for another great weekend, ladies! Bop Bop Burning Love!