We're camped right next to the Graceland parking lot, and it took us about four minutes to walk from the RV to the ticket office. With tickets in hand (well, I had put them in my pocket), we walked out the front door of the ticket office and stood in line for the shuttle bus that would take us to the mansion. I had no idea how far we were going, and I pondered that question as we stood in line and waited to get on the fourth shuttle bus. I was already griping about standing around in the heat (we were in the shade, but it was still in the high 80s at 10:00 am), but we made it on the bus in reasonable time.

The shuttle bus started moving, and I was thinking, It’s got to be out in the country somewhere, probably a ten or fifteen minute drive. The bus pulled to the parking lot exit and waited for the stop light to turn green. When it did so, we moved directly through the intersection and up a driveway. We were there. We actually sat at the light, waiting for it to turn green, longer than it took to drive to the house. Yes, it’s right across the street.

We were given an iPad with a neck strap and headphones. As we walked through the house, we followed the tour on the iPad and listened to John Stamos talk about each room. Honestly, I don’t know what we needed the house for; everything we needed to know was on the iPad. In fact, I don’t think I saw much of the house, because I was constantly looking down at the iPad.

When we were done, we waited in line to get back on a shuttle bus (again, we had to wait for the third or fourth bus) to go back to the ticket office. We could have walked back faster. But we finally made it back across the street, where we found more Elvis exhibits and a veritable nirvana of Elvis paraphernalia available for me to divest myself of my money. The first thing we did was to have lunch in the Rockabilly Café, styled in the 1950s fashion. We ate food that was bad for us but tasted great, then went out to see the two jet airplanes that Elvis owned. We also saw his car collection and a movie on Tupelo where Elvis was born and grew up.

By this time, it was after 2:00, and we decided to head back to the RV. As we passed the line for the shuttle busses (the same one we had stood in four hours earlier and I had complained about waiting for three or four busses), we saw that the line was at least four times longer than ours had been. I’m glad that we started out early in the morning and didn’t wait to see the mansion in the afternoon.

We couldn’t leave, though, until we bought something—anything. (It’s in our blood!) So we bought a four-pack of Elvis movies. We came back and watched "King Creole". We still have “Blue Hawaii”, “Easy Come, Easy Go”, and “Paradise, Hawaiian Style” to watch.

Then we went grocery shopping! Aren’t you excited for us?