Ever since high school I've loved the idea of Black Friday. For those of you who have somehow missed the commercialization of Christmas in the past 20 years, Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving and involves the best markdowns, bargains, and door buster sales of the year... all beginning around 4 or 5 am. It's insane, it's ridiculous... it's American.
For several years I have braved the bargain hungry crowds of Wal-Mart at 5 am just to get some semi-entertaining dvd's out of the 2 dollar bin. Am I really that desperate for some movies and is it really worth all the trouble to save a dollar or two? Heck no! For me it's about the excitement. It's the first initiation into the holiday season. It's like a spectator sport. Who's gonna get the tv's first? Who's gonna forget their kid in aisle 12 because they just had to get to the DVD player next (they spread everything into random aisles in an attempt to make it less chaotic)? Why is that 90 year old grandma up at 5 am to get the socks that are on sale? Doesn't she know nobody wants socks for Christmas and they'll still be there around noon (a more normal shopping hour).
Anyhow, I think I've described as best I can my need to get up at some awful hour of the morning (oh wait I normally get up at this time...) and go shopping the day after Thanksgiving. BUT, I'm sad to report that this year I didn't wake up. Whether it was sabotage by my alarm clock or the fates trying to save me from myself, I do not know. All I know is that I woke up at 9 am, and I will proceed to sink into my stupor of depression for the rest of the day.
And I don't even have any leftover pie to eat for breakfast.
Holidays as a single adult can really suck sometimes.
5 days ago
2 comments:
I am sorry about the leftover pie.... that really does stink.
Black Friday is whack! Kelly and I went out for a little bit. Sadly, I found no treasures. But they did have some stills and dills (as people in Utah would say).
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