Elvis Week Day 3: Can’t Help Falling in Love

There is no fan like an Elvis fan. I’m not talking about the I-enjoy-listening-to-“Hound-Dog”-every-now-and-then Elvis fan. I’m talking about the Elvis super fan. Because there are a lot of them. And they like to come to Graceland.

So the first super fan I caught a glimpse of was this lady:

Think you’re a fan of, say, Lady Gaga? Talk to me when you have her face tattooed across your back. Either go hardcore or go home.

Then I saw this car in the parking lot of Loretta Lynn’s Kitchen, which is 150 miles outside of Graceland:

The proud owner told me I should have waited to take my picture because she was going to add even MORE amazingness in just a few minutes.

But the crème de la crème came in the form of this guy:

There are just no words. Except that I loved him. And that he triggered a whole lot of burning questions for me: Are those his real glasses? What about his hair? Is it real? Does he style it like that every day? Where can I get a pair of his amazing white cowboy boots? And, well, why (in general)?

I may not understand it, but I can admire it. Bravo, Elvis super fans everywhere. You sure are a committed lot.

  1. Noah

    August 15th, 2012 at 2:34 pm

    Why didn’t you just ask him these questions? Oh, I know. He probably wanted A Little Less Conversation.

  2. Meredith

    August 15th, 2012 at 4:28 pm

    You are on fire! Last day is tomorrow. Bring it home.

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