Yes, Elvis showed up at the Marriott. I think he's stalking me. He actually came in very handy one night when the key to my room quit working. I couldn't get in! A bellman happened to walk by and I asked him if he could let me in my room. He said, "Tell me something in your room so I know it's yours."

It didn't take me long to think of Elvis standing in the corner. The bellman stared at me a moment, unlocked the door and his eyes widened. I bet he'd never heard that one before.