If you haven’t read part one, go for it. Also, read my way earlier post - back from OS beta days on the Elvis schwag I already have in my house.

So lets recap. In Memphis on a business trip I take two trips to Graceland. You see, after the first trip, when a colleague twittered that he still wanted to go, I lost all sense of control and tweeted back that of course I would go again.

So I am basically sending all of Lisa Marie’s children to college - what with the ticket prices and all the new schwag I bought.

The whole tour is really just an opportunity to buy stuff. There are shops at and inbetween every attraction. And I was with people who encouraged me to spend.

First I made sure I got some goodies for my team back at work. (They all liked their pins.)

Then I made sure Bianca didn’t feel left out, and got her a shirt and hat. (I wore the shirt myself when I gave my preso at the conference - the whole reason I was in Memphis - but I’m sure Bianca won’t mind. After all, we are constantly sharing clothes. What would she wear every day if I didn’t have all those Bridesmaid dresses? Don't know about my roomate Bianca? Let me fill you in.

At first I was thinking I’d only get some small things like magnets, or a pen that I could decorate my desk with. But these were so cute, and really went well with the magnets on the fridge.

And when I saw yet another lunchbox, I knew I had the perfect place to put it - in-between the two I already have.

I saw this creepy jailhouse rock bobblehead, and knew that he needed to be paired with my creepy prim lady ceramic.

And when I saw Lucky (from Viva Las Vegas) I knew that there was room on my bookshelf - and that he’d be fast friends with 68 Comeback Special E.

Irrational shopping behavior can be a symptom of larger mental distress. Umm... duh.

Finally I bought something I actually need - a new computer bag. My current bag’s straps are almost ripped through - so I felt justified. Plus there was room to transfer all my pins.

Before we left Graceland I ate a fried peanutbutter and banana sandwich. Not really my cup of tea. After five days in Memphis (ribs, catfish and more ribs) I needed some salad. It was good to come home and leave behind all that temptation.