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Gambling Adventures In Temecula

So here is a post I've been meaning to post for a few weeks now... Enjoy!

It’s Thursday afternoon, what kind of trouble have you been getting in to? Considering the fact that I am indentured to the Tragic Kingdom, it is quite rare that I actually have more than four consecutive hours off on any given day.  But today, I’m certain that the greats like John Wayne and Aunt Jemima must be bundled up in their winter best while skating on recently frozen over red ice in hell because I actually had the day off.  Yes folks, the entire day off.  I should mention though, Lickey Louse did call me 3 times today to try and swindle me into coming in for a shift on my only day off. Hah! Anyway, now back to my story.  I think it is safe to assume that most people who are given a day off tend to catch up on menial errands  which have been neglected throughout the week, for example, laundry or grocery shopping. I however, always seem to find myself doing things a little less conventional.  You may be asking yourself, what type of hilarious and awkward situations did Mama Cass get herself in to today? Well, let me put your minds at ease, I am doing just fine although my pocketbook has seen better days. The Friel blood was at it again this morning and I got the itch to up and go to the casino. Naturally, Big Poppa was skeptical. So, after a little convincing and some other unspeakable acts, Big Poppa and I were off to Temecula to sell our souls for a few rolls of the dice.

As many of you know, I’m a Friel, and along with that name comes many responsibilities and perhaps a few addictions. Fortunately for me, gambling is my ugliest vice.  Then, to top it all off, I’m a bonafide Scot. So it is only natural that gambling is in my blood and whiskey is in my veins. You know something though; I wouldn’t have it any other way!  Back to the casino.  So I am sure you’ve all witnessed the caliber of people who come to casinos on weekdays, you know, about the time of day that respectable men are hard at work and real women are at home tending to the house and children. That being said, I’ll spare you the ugly, and by ugly, I mean the FOUL SMELLING, MOTH BALL INFESTED METHEDONE SWALLOWING, SLOPPY JOE AND SLIM JIM EATING details. Not to worry though, we fit right on in. Hah.  After a few hours, our bankroll and spirits were plummeting. Unfortunately for us, today was not our lucky day.  After briefly discussing our losses, Big Poppa and I decided to separate and to try our luck solo style.  A few minutes had passed and suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw BP walking back my way with the look on his face. I thought he’d either won some sort of Annie Duke Jackpot or he’d lost his ass completely. Either way, it would be interesting to hear his rendition of the account. However, to my surprise, the look on his face was absolute rage. Even more shocking was the series of events that occurred directly after we had split up. Apparently, Big Poppa decided he wanted to try his luck at a progressive jackpot slot machine. Just as  he walked up to the machine, a pack of mangy mutts wearing ode de Tide perfume, with no clue as to the invisible boundary known as personal space ,swooped right in and sat down at his very machine. In disbelief, BP stood there for a moment glaring.  To add insult to Big Poppa’s injury, the broad inserted a voucher and bet the absolute minimum, a whopping 30 cents and won.  To BP’s bewilderment, the vulture that smelled like she lived at the local fluff and fold not only won on her first spin, but also managed to win $1500 clams. Even more hilarious is the fact that the ham sandwich didn’t speak a lick of English and was on her pre-paid cellular the entire time. When the casino host came to assist her with her win, she NO SPEAKY ENGLISH.  Hahah, I’m fighting back tears reminiscing on BP’s re-enactment of the story.

All in all, our casino adventure was a bust, as expected. At least traffic on the 91 was minimal, only keeping us company for a measly two hours. Fun times folks, fun times!  Lesson of the day, if you find yourself at a casino on a weekday, you’d better turn right around and go home, or, pray that there is either a bingo tournament or a Julio Iglesias concert going on. Otherwise, my advice would be to stay home, save your dough and head for the happiest place on earth…. VEGAS! See you all there in April for VLV 14!

Love and Smooches!

Mama Cass

Treasure Hunting

So we all know that vintage pieces, especially for women, are plentiful these days IF you know where to look. With a little patience and a few clicks of my computer mouse, I can locate an authentic,affordable,not to mention AMAZING piece that I simply cannot live without. We all know the feeling. However, along with that experience comes the hassle when the package arrives and the garment isn't exactly the perfection we had hoped it was. Too many times I've received pieces that are too too small, ridiculously large, or damaged beyond repair. My solution is to purchase only those garments that I can try on. For me, living in Long Beach is great because "Retro Row" is only a few blocks from my beach side apartment. However, after many a trips, I've become dissatisfied with the outrageously marked up prices and the snobbish attitudes of those who work in these popular stores who seem to have an elitist mentality. I don't quite understand the mentality of those individuals... obviously you enjoy the garments and lifestyle, otherwise why would choose to work there? Are you above helping a dame find a dress that can contain her dangerously fabulous curves? Are you above offering a customary "hello, can I help you find anything"? If you are so over people like me coming into your establishment, why do you work vintage retail? I'm pretty sure The Gap is always hiring! Hah! But seriously, why the attitude folks? I'm spending my hard earned dough!


Anyway, aside from sewing my own pieces, I've decided to try something new and exciting. Who doesn't love a good treasure hunt? I have decided that for the next few months I will only be shopping cheap-o style at the Goodwill, Salvation Army, and random thrift stores where timeless vintage is mixed in with 70's polyester and armpit-stained trash. I realize that some days will be a bust, but I also know that some days I will come home with a highly coveted treasure or two. My adventure starts today. Any treasures I may come across will be shared with you via my blog.

Wish me luck & happy hunting! Lookout Long Beach, Mama Cass is on a mission!

Love & Smooches!

Mama Cass
P.S. I'm still updating and refurbishing my blog, bear with me folks