I’m definitely not a card-carrying member of Elvis’ fan club, but I didn’t need to be in order to enjoy the impressive range of visions that were on display. The sounds of Elvis’ hits echoed throughout the house as guests perused the artwork. The King was depicted as everything from a jellyfish to a Lego figurine complete with microphone. I had to do a double take when I looked next to the staircase to see a fallen mug next to a coffee-soaked portrait of Elvis dried on the wall.
Upstairs, it was impossible to avoid the antique dentist’s chair, which was more of a playground and photo-op for the little ones. All Elvis-inspired works were part of a silent auction that ended with some happy art lovers and some passive aggressiveness from those who were outbid.
As the night progressed, it became more and more difficult to navigate the packed house. The beer cans, plastic cups, loud music, smokers, and backyard bonfire had me convinced that I was at a house party. The party lovin' King would have been pleased.