I still dine out on this one. When myself and ex-DH were in our 20s, we bought a house, decided to throw a housewarming, and suggested guests turn up in 60s or 70s fancy dress.
Being young, everyone went full-out on outfits, but we were amused that we have three jumpsuit-era Elvis's rock up. Two in white satin, one in black. (This part's important).
Elvis in black (Lee) was a mere acquaintance of DH, and when DH invited the lads he played football with to our party, and felt obliged to extend invite to this Lee and his wife who was in earshot, even though we didn't know them.
So the night's in full swing, brilliant fun, after a few hours, one of the white satin Elvis's heads home with his wife as they had to travel to a different town to get home.
A few of hours later, Lee and his wife are nowhere to be seen, we find them in the lounge (we'd not had party in that room as it's adjoined to neighbour's house who had a young child) and Lee and his wife were both passed out on the sofa.
I gently woke them, as I knew party would be winding down soon and asked them if I should call them a cab. Bleary-eyed, they came into kitchen, my DH and all his mates were in garden smoking. Lee starts chatting to the remaining fellow Elvis in the kitchen. Pleasant chit chat. When all of sudden black satin Elvis attacks Elvis in white satin, grabs him, sending him flying along the breakfast bar, knocking bottles and glasses off, then throws him to floor and starts raining punches on our friend, all the blokes were outside oblivious to our screaming at Lee to get off him, except one man. My mate's DH, who's dressed as Ringo Starr, he jumps in to try and break it up and gets his glasses broken in the process, in a panic, I start calling the police as a friend goes outside to get the blokes to come in and help break it up.
Upon hearing me on the phone to the police, evil Elvis gets off my friend, grabs his wife and flees. The police were in the area and asked for a description, I say he's dressed like Elvis. 🤣
in the commotion, evil Elvis left his wig and bejeweled Cumberland, which we hope the fancy dress shop charged him for. He was too embarrassed to come back to get them.
He never apologised, or spoke to DH again, but we heard on the grapevine that he was usually teetotal, and got aggressive if he drank alcohol. The night of our party he drank a whole bottle of whisky with his wife.
It was horrible at the time, but the story of good Elvis and evil Elvis rolling around out kitchen / diner floor, with Ringo Starr trying to break them up, is a great story to share. 😅
PS: Good Elvis was okay. Was just a bit bruised and all shook up. 😁. He laughs about it now too.