Shelvis, part two

Three years ago I had never been in a VFW Hall. Or an Elks Lodge.

Today, I can walk into the VFW Hall in Arvada and feel like Norm... everyone knows my name (or rather knows that I'm with Shelvis) and they buy me a drink. At the Elks Lodge in Denver, I have participated in the 11th hour ritual, holding hands with complete strangers, in a circle, in the bar, honoring those Elks and Elkettes who have passed on to the big pasture in the sky.

Shelvis has certainly taken me places I've never been before. And I've met people I would most certainly never have an opportunity to meet otherwise. Who would have thought that a man who is respected as "Commander Dave" at the VFW Hall would be someone I would call a friend?

Shelvis performs a lot at VFW Halls and Elks' Lodges. That is definitely a niche for her. It's always a delight to the Veterens to watch the faces of any newly inducted Vet's as they enjoy what they think is a damn good impersonator of Elvis, John Travolta, Buddy Holly, Tom Jones and Neil Diamond strip of most of her outfits and end up impersonating Shania Twain in chaps and a sexy shirt. Once, a moderately drunk guest at the VFW hall actually took off her panties and threw them on Shelvis during her Tom Jones set, only to be completely mortified when Shelvis revealed herself as a woman. It still makes me laugh to recall the look on her face.