We've set a date for our Graceland pilgrimage...July 13th is the estimated departure date, and we will book our king-size suite for 3 nights at the Heartbreak Hotel in Memphis tomorrow. I found a super package deal on elvis.com, which has tickets to Graceland (including the planes and the jumpsuits), as well as to the zoo, Hard Rock Cafe on Beale street, two soul museums, and Sun Records. How damn cool is that? Well, pretty cool if you know your Elvis like my Hubby does.
Elvis recorded his first vinyl single, "That's All Right Mamma," at Sun Records in 1953. (His actual first recording was "My Happiness" which he recorded for his mother's birthday at a fair.) He stopped by on his lunch hour from driving a truck. And the rest is history, as "they" say.
Now we just gotta get a new road-worthy, hybrid vehicle to make said pilgrimage with. Gas prices are going through the damn roof, nearing $4 as I write and predicted to go to $15 before it's all said and done.
Why does politics permeate every aspect of our lives?
I just wanna see the jungle room -- OH, and nobody has phooned the exterior of Graceland (can you say stitched-together panoramic shot?) or the jungle room....so we got goals.
Life is good. Except for two things: Hubby's brush with the law (another story) and my brush with Mr. Head Human Resources Guy. He said he'd meet with me before the end of the school year on that other matter, which leaves exactly 4 days and I've heard nothing.
Back to Graceland and our pilgrimage...it will be a blast, especially if that damn yearbook is done by then. It's always something, I guess.
That is the rich tapestry of life: Hunka hunka.
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