Sign what? Where?

The Smothers Brothers were great! In case you were wondering.

So I did take my albums to get them signed and I did everything (well, almost everything) in my power to get them signed. The Northern Quest Casino apparently does not do a meet and greet after shows for the celebrities to talk to fans and autograph things. Much to my dismay. This is why I prefer the Coeur d'Alene Casino. Take note, Northern Quest, lest you lose my business.

I'm not going to go into the details here (but they aren't nearly as sordid as you are probably hoping. Or are they?), let's just say that my quest took me to the Poker Room. In case you ever go to this casino, please to be looking at their wall o'fame of promo pictures with their headliners. All the industry's biggest: Air Supply, Journey, Foreigner, etc. And of course, The Gambler himself was there. Pre-scary plastic surgery Kenny Rogers was beaming down on us.

At this point my true celebrity whore-dom surfaced. I told Northern Quest workers that my albums were my mother's and they were all that I was left, and that it would be a fitting memorial to have them autographed. Which is not completely a lie. One of the albums was my mother's, but I took it when I moved out of the house. And wouldn't we all like an album signed by Tommy and Dick Smothers in our memory?

My sob story aside, the Brothers had apparently already left. I got nothing. Except the satisfaction that I am shameless.

In an unrelated note, my presence is no longer welcome at this casino. At least, according to my sister.

FYI ladies: if you have some banana hair clips lying around your house, the good news is that these babies are back in fashion. I saw plenty of them at the casino, typically on women who were also wearing fanny packs. It was like a living re-creation of a top fashion magazine. Oh, and we also saw a woman in a leopard print mini skirt. She has at least in her sixties. It gets better: this sexy lady was all gimped out with a walker. Whoo!