How did I miss this?
I got over Elvis shortly after. That and a trip to Graceland killed Elvis for me.
Blasphemy!!! I was in line for some part of the Graceland tour back when I was in college. It was January 8th, His birthday. I watched this chick break down crying and draped herself over his grave, in the middle of this sea of flowers. I watched security, escort her to a special room and give her tons of tshirts, food, and garb. I bet you can guess what I did. I became the biggest blubbering fan ever laying limp on His grave, and got to hang out with Priscilla and other Presley important folks, and came home with a handful of every different type of Elvis swag. I had a complete collection of Elvis shirts to wear for my last two years of undergrad.
Oh, oh, yeh, hang them pipes up. :
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