So the second thing in the Rezzfest program that has all my ciliate cells vibrating is Broadway Bingo with Elvis. As far as I'm concerned the only thing wrong with Bingo is the lack of Elvis and the only thing wrong with Elvis is the lack of Bingo. Seriously, I have dreams like this, but in the dream my dabber pens always run dry just before the jackpot. God knows what that's about.
I bet these guys have dreams like that too, a fact they can probably testify from every occasion I've parked outside their gates humming "Are you lonesome tonight?" while they're trying to sleep.
Sorry about that, by the way, gentle Elvis-loving neighbours. I can't help it if my happy place is your driveway.
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