My OperaGraceland
Friday, July 14, 2006 5:24:48 PM
From: Village Creek State Park, AR
To: Nashville, TN
Miles: 301
MPG: 54.4
Please allow us to save you 22 bucks. Skip Graceland. You can see it here for free and avoid the throngs of loud, pushy, sweaty tourists. That is not to say that we regret forking over the exorbitant sum of cash to see the home of the King – no cross country road trip with flamingos would have been complete without it – but we now consider it our public duty to spare our friends and family the experience.
Welcome to Graceland. Elvis bought this place at the tender age of 22. Ahh, reminds us of our starter mansion back in the day…
The sitting room. Subtle, don’t you think? (Actually, compared to other rooms, it is.)
The dining room.
The TV room. Elvis put in three TVs because he heard that some prominent newsmen of the day watched all three news channels at once. Guess even the King wanted to keep up with the Jones.
The jungle room. In case you can’t tell, that is seaweed green shag carpeting on the ceiling. Nice!
Jon’s personal favorite of Elvis’ many hits. Must have been inspired by his time living on an Army base in Germany.
Who could not be impressed with a man who can pull off an outfit like this? There will truly never be anyone as cool as Elvis, and we say that without a trace of sarcasm.
Elvis’ grave. In case you are wondering about the tacky plastic flowers and stuffed animals…they are sent by fans. Anything the fans send – real or fake, tacky or, well…tacky – goes out until it starts to show signs of wear. We were considering serenading the King’s grave, but (Like the band Spinal Tap) we were concerned it would sound to Raga, and not add too much perspective.
Elvis has left the building, and so have we.
Off to downtown Memphis for some BBQ before heading to Nashville…
By the time we rolled into Nashville it was 95 degree and high humidity and we were spent. After horsing around in town a bit…
… we called it quits, found a sushi place for dinner, and retreated to the relative sanctuary of the cheap motel du jour.
To: Nashville, TN
Miles: 301
MPG: 54.4
Please allow us to save you 22 bucks. Skip Graceland. You can see it here for free and avoid the throngs of loud, pushy, sweaty tourists. That is not to say that we regret forking over the exorbitant sum of cash to see the home of the King – no cross country road trip with flamingos would have been complete without it – but we now consider it our public duty to spare our friends and family the experience.
Welcome to Graceland. Elvis bought this place at the tender age of 22. Ahh, reminds us of our starter mansion back in the day…
The sitting room. Subtle, don’t you think? (Actually, compared to other rooms, it is.)
The dining room.
The TV room. Elvis put in three TVs because he heard that some prominent newsmen of the day watched all three news channels at once. Guess even the King wanted to keep up with the Jones.
The jungle room. In case you can’t tell, that is seaweed green shag carpeting on the ceiling. Nice!
Jon’s personal favorite of Elvis’ many hits. Must have been inspired by his time living on an Army base in Germany.
Who could not be impressed with a man who can pull off an outfit like this? There will truly never be anyone as cool as Elvis, and we say that without a trace of sarcasm.
Elvis’ grave. In case you are wondering about the tacky plastic flowers and stuffed animals…they are sent by fans. Anything the fans send – real or fake, tacky or, well…tacky – goes out until it starts to show signs of wear. We were considering serenading the King’s grave, but (Like the band Spinal Tap) we were concerned it would sound to Raga, and not add too much perspective.
Elvis has left the building, and so have we.
Off to downtown Memphis for some BBQ before heading to Nashville…
By the time we rolled into Nashville it was 95 degree and high humidity and we were spent. After horsing around in town a bit…
… we called it quits, found a sushi place for dinner, and retreated to the relative sanctuary of the cheap motel du jour.
