Graceland to Gunshots

We began our day getting to Graceland. It's like Disneyland for Elvis freaks. The house was nice if you like weird stuff from the 70's. It seemed small for "the King". His personal airplane and jet made us a little sick at the excess. 

Then we headed to the Mark Twain guest house. It's name comes from the fact that he may have walked by the building once by accident. However, as the picture of our room demonstrates, we don't believe it's been updated since that  moment. 

We were excited to see a real river boat. Our hopes were dashed when we entered to find a casino were only the poor of Mississippi go to spend their sizeable unemployment checks. Obviously we spent a great deal of time there.

We actually walked around Natchez for a bit to decide if we were honkey tonk enough to stay. After sweating a small person off of myself, we realized we were. Also, we saw the definition of pastries, Mississippi style. (See below)

So we went to dinner at the Camp and drank next to some Brits who were apparently very quiet. We had a waiter show us a picture of the wound caused by him shooting himself. The bartender was very quick to explain that it was an accident. Stand your ground...

The bartender sowed many a story about catfish that could eat a human whole. He also said that he was approached to be an mma wresteler and lost his 2.5 octave range voice by sneezing. He then explained that he would be spending his day off seeing the new transformers movie. Clearly a Rhodes Scholar.

We retired to our accommodations of squaller (although all the locals think it's "very nice") and got ready for the next day.