Graceland, Graceland. Holly Springs, Mississippi?

12 Mar

 

Diamonds on the soles of my shoes?

Diamonds on the soles of my shoes?

 

 

 

Oh, Mississippi.  I have spelled you for so long, but only yesterday did I visit your soil.  

Today Shawn and I found ourselves on the (Texas Long-)horns of a dilemma.  Do we go to “Real” Graceland and then the Bonnie and Clyde Museum before possible boat gambling, or do we go to “Fake” Graceland and then diamond mining in Arkansas?

We opted for the latter, which set us off on a day full of adventure.  We drove about 40 minutes to Graceland, Too, which is a 24 hour Elvis shrine in the home of a crazy person.  It looks like this…

 

Graceland!  Sort of!

Graceland! Sort of!

 

 

After extensive knocking, we found ourselves unable to rouse the curator of the museum.  We did, however, talk to his neighbor Charlie for quite a while.  Charlie gave us the skinny on the museum.  The owner, as we suspected, is crazy.  He named his son Elvis Aron Presley MacLeod.  Additionally, he is a paranoid schizophrenic who believes that the world is out to steal his Elvis memorabilia collection.  (This same collection that caused his wife to leave him after giving him the ultimatum: Pick me or Elvis.)  Charlie let us use a ladder to take some pictures of the back yard of Graceland, Too.  We talked about Faulkner and racism, and he was very pleasant and asked if Shawn or I had been on Jay Leno yet.

 

Motorcade of failure!

Motorcade of failure!

 

It's like Berlin.   But in the south.

It's like Berlin. But in the south.

 

 

 

 With many handshakes we departed and headed onwards to….

 

Mine!  All mine!

Mine! All mine!

 

 

Diamond mining!  We were pretty sure that we would strike it rich in the diamond fields and fund the rest of our trip with diamond money.  Unfortunately we arrived too late to by tickets to go mining.  Fortunately, the ornery park ranger who told us so left, so we just snuck into the mine anyway.  Instead of a creepy mine shaft replete with carts and canaries, what we found was more like several football fields worth of mud.  So…we aren’t rich.  But we did sneak into a diamond mine!  So…victory!

 

Suck it, lawman.  I'm diamond hunting!

Suck it, lawman. I'm diamond hunting!

Suck it, sign!  I'm diamond hunting!

Suck it, sign! I'm diamond hunting!

 

Really?  Diamond mine?  This?  Okay.

Really? Diamond mine? This? Okay.

 

 

 

We ate at a restaurant called Buddy’s.  Apparently they are big fans of the Arkansas Razorbacks there.  Who knew.

 

Restrooms Outside = Adventure!

Restrooms Outside = Adventure!

Diamondback Burger!  3 Meats!

Diamondback Burger! 3 Meats!

 

Buttermilk pie!

Buttermilk pie!

Go Hogs!

Go Hogs!

 

Y'hear?

Y'hear?

 

 

 

 

Then onto Louisiana where we did some light gambling.  Unfortunately, it did not take place on a boat.  Shawn won 26 dollars, so he’s paying for Waffle House tomorrow!  Hip, hip, hooray!

 

Kickin' it old school.

Kickin' it old school.

Who's the big winner?  Shawn's the big winner!

Who's the big winner? Shawn's the big winner!

 

 

In a side note, we have made it through much of the south without being called “Yankee,” “City Queer,” or “College Jew.”

Onward to Austin!

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3 Responses to “Graceland, Graceland. Holly Springs, Mississippi?”

  1. Brendan March 12, 2009 at 3:49 pm #

    HE DIDN’T ANSWER THE DOOR? He must be dying, how sad…

    Sorry to lead you guys on an unproductive adventure.

  2. doublenegative March 13, 2009 at 4:32 am #

    City Queer!

    Oh snap, looks like I broke your streak. Although I’m not technically *in* the South, so I dunno whether or not it counts.

  3. doublenegative March 13, 2009 at 4:33 am #

    PS: doublenegative = Jenna

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