This part of the drive probably would have gone a whole lot easier if we hadn't been exhausted, but even so it wasn't too bad -- blew right through Arkansas without stopping once, got into Memphis under cover of dark. Pretty city; one of the few I actually want to go back and see fully someday. Lots to do. I at least want to figure out what the deal is with that pyramid.
Graceland was overwhelming for me on several different levels. Took over a hundred pictures, bought a t-shirt, gaped openly. See, it's Elvis Week, which I now consider the only time worth going to Graceland. We were there the day before the anniversary of Elvis's passing, which means we were there near the height of the fervor. People from all over the world with all variety of sideburns. Souveniers and autograph signings and the difference between entertainers and impersonators. We were there after the house itself was closed, but the strip mall next door was All Elvis All The Time (almost literally -- lady at the souvenier shop where we bought our t-shirts said the party would go 'til 3 AM), and we enjoyed dinner at the Rock n' Roll Cafe while talking to various folk and listening to Elvis covers.
A perfect night. I couldn't stop grinning. I love people at their most obsessed, their most fanatical. I love Nerd Cons.