A woman was walking around with a huge camera taking black-and-white Polaroids of all the guests.

Rady enjoyed himself. He wore a red bowling shirt and had his full head of white hair slicked back. I found out he has seven kids, each with about four kids of their own. And he has three great-grandchildren.

I met a musician in a band called Static Regain. I asked what that meant. “It’s an air-conditioning term. Only nerds would know it.” He told me about a girl who once worked for Reprise Records. She wanted a copy of their CD because she liked it. As she was listening to it, a UPS guy delivering a package to her asked for a copy. She had been asked at gas stations and other places about it. She has passed the disc on to her old bosses, who want to hear a demo. I said, “That sounds like how bands got signed in the old days. When Toni Basil had the song ‘Oh Mickey,’ the record-company president was listening to it in his car. It was his kid’s favorite song on the tape, so he decided to release it as a single.”

Two cakes were brought out. One was chocolate with black-and-white checkers and the image of a couple dancing. The other cake design included a jukebox made of frosting. Thirty minutes passed before the cakes were cut, but four of the kids kept the flies at bay by waving paper plates back and forth over them. Little Elvis couldn’t wait and put his fingers in the frosting for a taste.

I said to my girlfriend, “That’s how it starts. If he keeps doing that with cakes, in a few years, he will look like the old, fat Elvis in the white jumpsuit.”

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