Upon my last trip to Memphis I finally had time to see the awesomeness of Graceland.
I didn’t know much about the house before this visit except that it is kitschy and on most must see lists of the south. I arrived to find that you wait for a van to take you to the house upon a scheduled time. That day they were about an hour behind schedule. I had a plane to catch and started to get very nervous about time.
The van drops you off in groups in front of the house. You have an audio tour to follow at your leisure.
It is hard to really get a look at things at first with the crowd. It is best to hang back and wait for the crowd to move on a bit.
We started the tour in the living room. I love the peacock stained glass but the white couches and carpet have to go. Can you say wine stain?
Here is his picture in case you weren’t sure whose house you were in.
Staircase up to the private rooms which are off limits to non-royalty like us.
Purple-y spare bedroom
Now this is when the fun begins, kick ass carpet….
And carpet into the kitchen.
And more fun when we get to the jungle room (Note the green carpet; It carries on to the ceiling).
Then we go downstairs to the TV room where I guess you are supposed to watch TV. You have a creepy drugged out monkey looking at you.
And the last room in the basement is the pool room. This is where things go psychedelic. I really like the wall curtains.
After the house tour you move on to the back buildings that hold studio offices, stables, and his personal racquetball court (which is now an Elvis shrine).
His gold records….it goes on and on
At the racquetball building
Suits from the last part of his career.
Yeah, here is another wall of these.
I like some of the wall writing at the estate entrance.
After the tour I went back across the street. I still had time to tour his car museum and airplanes (yes two of them).
The bigger plane
And then the little plane.