Graceland, y’all. The spectacle. The extravagance. The shag carpet. It was all I expected it to be, and then some.
If you recall from yesterday’s post, I was able to see Elvis’ two-room childhood house in Tupelo the day before I made it to Graceland. It’s easy to see why Elvis made Graceland look the way he did. After having grown up in such extreme poverty, who can blame him for taking all his newfound wealth and going totally bonkers, decorating his mansion in the most elaborate way he knew how?
Heck, if I had all that money I’d build a duplicate of the house from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, complete with the breakfast-making machine in the kitchen. Just because I could.
You can say what you want about Graceland, about how green shag carpet on the ceiling is tacky, or that rooms are not meant to be completely covered in the same patterned fabric (furniture, walls, AND ceiling). I don’t care. The man earned it. He was talented. He was extremely generous and gave huge amounts of his fortune away. If he wanted to make his living room look like a jungle, who are we to judge?
I admit, I loved every minute of it. And yes, I spent the $25 on the keepsake photograph they take of you as you begin your tour. I’m going to hang that sucker up in the “free” magnetic frame that came in the package and think fondly of Graceland every time I catch a glimpse of it on my refrigerator.