photo from Memphis trip

Some of you know that I had to go to Memphis early in August for a conference. At the opening evening they had an Elvis wandering about and taking photos with folks.

What you may not be able to tell from the photo is that the black on his chest is all hair. This must be the most hairy chest I have ever seen in my entire life (and most of you don't know how hairy my PhD advisor was/is). This leads me to share my moment of embarrassment with you all.

The Elvis walked up to me to shake my hand but I caught a glimpse of the chest first.

And I COULDN'T look away!!!!!

I swear it was just like when a guy stares at your chest without once looking up at your face when you're talking to him. I was shaking his hand and he was talking to me and I was still staring at his chest!

Except for the fact that it wasn't in the least bit sexual. It was just pure astonishment that a chest like that even exists in our world. Fortunately the folks around me explained that he clearly thought it was sexual and enjoyed my reaction. Go figure. It makes me wonder if guys and breasts are like that ever.

So the folks from left to right are: my friend Tony from grad school, the Elvis, my friend Sophie from UCSB and then me laughing my a** off. It's grainy because it's a scanned Polaroid. Gotta love it.