The Beautiful Kind

Went to Graceland this weekend. Jebus it gets more and more expensive - this time it was $25 a person for just the house tour. But I HAD to let my daughter experience it - the tackiness, the built up fantasy, his life sugar coated, the pretentiousness of the recorded tour guide bragging about Elvis’s “two 8th degree black belts.”

Anyway, I only took one photo while I was there. One good thing about tourist traps is that you get to see a lot of bad tattoos.  My companion and I spotted this one in the Meditation Garden at the exact same time. He muttered, “At least she could have had a cute baby.”