So I walk into a bar and there is a stand-up comic, a defrocked priest, and an Elvis impersonator ...

No, it's not the opening to a bad joke that your father might have told, it's how I spent my Tuesday night. The Sin City Sound gang, including Poizen Ivy with digital camera in hand and special guest star Jim Freek from L.A., all descended upom Tommy Rocker's for a gathering that none of us are likely to forget anytime soon. Tommy Rockers is not a place we frequent. It is normally overrun by a middle age crowd more likely to be eating a cheeseburger burger in paradise, but when San Francisco's eXtreme Elvis invited Ivy to witness their Las Vegas debut, she was intrigued. When she discovered that it was part of comedian Doug Stanhope's birthday bash where he would exchange marriage vows with Renee Morrison... well, we decided that it had to be worth venturing into the mundane world of the middle class that Tommy Rocker's represents.

The night started off slowly. The wedding party had been going at it for quite a bit before our arrival and everyone associated with the event was more than a little liquored up. Doug did part of his act, an act that I would like to hear sometime when he is not in the middle of celebrating his faux nuptials. He did mention that life should be moderately lived in the extreme. Doug's a bit of a philosopher it seems. I certainly hope that Tuesday night was one of the extreme nights! Before it was over there were girls on stage in a drunken stupor talking about their virginity, midgets being bandied about, clean-cut boys from Iowa high on ecstasy for the first time, and Doug with an epithet ridden rant against the government ... but it was a shadow of what was to come ...

Immediately after the defrocked priest made Doug's union with the lovely Renee as official as a defrocked priest can, Extreme Elvis and his cohorts took the stage. Extreme Elvis, in a costume 5 sizes to small for his fried-peanut-butter-and-banana frame, mounted the stage with pants hanging low enough to make a plumber proud. He was followed by his band which included the tenebrous Anne Marie and a full horn section. By the end of the second song, when Extreme Elvis's pants had fallen down to somewhere down around his knees, he had sent the yuppie suburbanites that are Tommy Rockers normal crowd running for "The Hills" or whatever master-planned community from which they sprang. Soon it seemed to be just us, the wedding party, and a few of the regulars who thought they were safe around the bar on the other side of the club.

It didn't end there. Soon the whole band was naked except for the bass player (I don't really know why he was exempt). The show also included a liberal use of the band members bodily fluids - a portion of the show that might be too graphic to go into detail here, but I think it's safe to say that the show stretched the bounds of friendship between Tommy and Doug, not mention the boundaries of good taste. I have to imagine that Tommy Rocker was not fully aware of the nature of this event. It just might have been the strangest show ever to grace this nacho and jalapeno popper Mecca. The evening ended with Doug naked and writhing on stage with his bride. A climactic ending to a very wild night.