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| - The Attic is what every store in America would look like if the Nazis had won the war. You might as well make sure the car hit 88mph, because you were getting sent back into the past with one step into this establishment.
I think I heard Connie Francis' Tammy playing while walking through the store. Don't know what song that is? Youtube it, you young dumb punks! Either way, what kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song right then at that exact moment?! It was creepy as all hell as I walked down sections of old clothing that belonged to now dead people, I'm sure of it. To think, they actually thought those bell bottoms actually looked good for the time.
For all the shit that I'm talking, this place was really a great place to window shop.. mainly because I was looking for a vintage window....
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Yeah, that joke sucked. Anyhow, what I'm saying is that they have the strangest of the strange in terms of old clothing, random costumes and buttons. I saw a button that said "I HEART Hal" A lot of them actually. They must have gotten all the over stock of the buttons that no one else wanted to buy. Poor Hal's in the world. No one loves you. Or at least wants to advertise said affection with a button.
I didn't buy anything. I mean, who really wants that sort of stuff? (me, deep down inside).
While I thought a lot of this stuff was interesting, I think the whole prices were a bit much for my own personal amount I'd be willing to spend on something old. Especially for old clothing.
Don't get me wrong, I love the vintage look as much as the next guy, it's just that some of this stuff just seems like it only carries the smell of old clothes that have been sitting in the shelf for a good long time. It smells like grandma did the last time I saw her... which wasn't pleasant given I last saw her in an open casket....
In my time in the store three people came in with clothing that was like a scene ripped out of Antics roadshow. It's a dance that I'm sure is done at least 40 times a day here as the fella, who most likely just knocked over his own relatives storage closet comes here looking for a quick sell of the goods for an 8 ball or some money to go hit up Circus Circus' $2 blackjack table.
Worker tells him his vintage clothing suck and to take it down to the buffalo exchange. Junkie says it's one of a kind. Worker tells him he'll give him some insanely low ball offer. Junkie thinks about it and tries to play ball with him. rinse and repeat. I mean it. rinse those clothing and repeat as they more than likely smell of the junkie pee!
Over all, this place is a must stop location when you're in Vegas and need some really strange clothing or some random odd looking furniture. But be prepared to pay a hefty price. That's the price of being odd.
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