Damon remembered the 60's, he'd lived through them. And he'd looked just the way he did now. That was one of the advantages of being a 160 something vampire. Time didn't make a dent in one's appearance. Damon was still a sexy beast, and he knew it.

Of course knowing that the year was 1964 explained nothing, unless one believed in time travel. Damon tended to keep an open mind, more so than certain others who believed that vampires and werewolves were the stuff of fairy tales and bad dreams. He knew better, of course.

"Universes? Plural?" he asked, almost snarkily. "To the best of my knowledge, there's only one, did you find another?"

"I found your invitation in my book, how it got there I cannot say. So tell me something, what did you say your name was? What is the purpose of this shindig and how was the guest list decided upon?" Of course the question that really burned a hole in his brain was were Elena Gilbert and Katherine Pierce on that list too?