Apparently he’s dead, but Elvis certainly lives on in Graceland, probably bigger than ever before. It’s only logical that on our first day in Memphis we would walk across the parking lot, past the Heartbreak Hotel and check out Graceland. With the exception of his mansion, you enter every other exhibit including Elvis’s cars, his planes, etc through a gift shop.
Coincedentally you leave the exhibit through the same gift shop. New exhibit, different gift shop, all the way around the property.
The place is an absolute marketing miracle!
As you can see, I wasn’t impressed but Marilyn really got in to it. We had a great time. After 5 hours on the property it was time for a break. We had truly been there, done that and left without the t-shirt.
Besides, we needed to rest up a bit before we headed down to Beale Street.
Whole lot of shakin’ going on
We catch the first shuttle from the RV park to Beale Street right at six o’clock, we don’t want to miss anything. Our driver’s name is Dallas, loaded with useful Memphis information and a great sense of humor. Four blocks of Beale street are cordoned off for all us partiers. They’re expecting a big crown tonight, the NCAA basketball game next door will soon be over.
We start with a beer from an outdoor bar. I guess I didn’t say I wanted the Big Ass Beers so we get the normal sized ones. Thats OK, there will be more beer before the night is over. Like thousands of others, we wander the streets, beers in hand and take in the sights and music. The place has an energy about it. We just know we’re going to have fun.
Our man Dallas warned us that if we wanted food we needed to be seated in a restaurant before the game crowd arrives so when we get down to Jerry Lee Lewis’s Bar and Honky Tonk we decide to settle in. “The speakeasy is over there” our hostess says.
Like Nashville, the music here is great and its non stop. While chomping down our barbecue our amazing entertainer is Jason James. Just when he’s convinced you he plays a mean guitar he switches to the piano and wows us again. We’re caught up in the beat, and the music and we are having fun!
The lineup for our table, any table, is out the door and around the corner so we push on. The streets are way busier now, almost like Mardi Gras. Our next stop is the Handy Bar where we get lost in the music and the good times for a couple of beers and a couple of hours.
The last shuttle for the night is at 10:30 and we don’t want to miss it. We’re happy to be back at the park. I crash immediately but Marilyn is so wound up she reads for a few hours before turning in.