Oh my goodness…as it gets closer to Thanksgiving, my heart is beginning to race. There is always one thing that I look forward to every Thanksgiving morning. I open my eyes, jump out of bed and scramble to get the morning paper. No, I am not interested to read about the County’s latest scandal what I am interested in is Black Friday ads.
I don’t know about you but I absolutely love Black Friday! There is just something about waking up at 2:00 am to stand outside in the cold in a way too long line that brings a sense of excitement to my life. It all started in the late 90’s when I met one of my wonderful friends; I will call her T2 (she knows who she is). It was her that introduced me to the whole craziness of it all. I told her I had never done it and she was shocked and decided that it was going to be her to take my Black Friday virginity.
I remember that first time I woke up so early in the morning to go on an adventure I had only heard about and seen crazy footage of on the evening news. I felt like I was on some secret mission and my adrenaline pumped through me like a girl on her first date. I had laid out my clothes in the living room the night before so I wouldn’t wake anybody up, I mean I even had earrings. T2 called me on Thanksgiving night and we mapped out our plan of where we were going to go and what we wanted from all those ads that were sent to us.
After my alarm went off I quickly got ready, put my makeup on and did my hair. I had a big jacket and a blanket and I was ready to go. I anxiously waited by the window for her to pull up and when she did I almost peed my pants! OMG! OMG! We went to get a big tall cup of coffee to go and we were on our way. We pulled up to the store and I was amazed at how many people were already in line, I even saw some tents, man, these people were serious. We got our chairs, our sale ads, our blankets and of course our coffee and strolled to the end of the line where we would not be the last brave shoppers. We laughed, looked through the ads over and over and mapped out our plan of what we wanted, who was getting what and the time it was going to take us. As the darkness slowly began to fade and the store opening grew near we packed up our stuff and she took it all to the car as I saved our place in line. Now my body was numb from the coldness and I was doing kegel exercises just so I wouldn’t pee my pants from all that darn coffee. Everyone was getting anxious and then finally like magic, the doors must have opened because our line began to move.
I still can’t believe that even after seeing so many people in line, there were some that still tried to go straight to the front, how crazy can you be? I mean didn’t they want to keep living? Once we were in we rushed to separate parts of the store searching for where we thought things would be making sure to keep in touch using the walkie talkies that belonged to her and informing each other where to get in line. I have to say that was one of the best shopping memories I have. She was so good at what she did that we were out of there within 20 minutes, and then on to the next store.
By 9:00 am when most people were just waking up stuffed from eating all day on Thanksgiving, we had gone out, fought the crowds, and conquered Black Friday! We ended it nicely with a Grand Slam from Denny’s and then it was over until the next year. We went on to shop together for about three more years after that and then we stopped. I still continued to go shopping and dragged the kids out with me but it was never as early as I had done with T2 and never quite as crazy. Not to mention because they wanted to go, I could never shop for the kids. I hadn’t yet planned on my exact plans for this year until just about a week ago when T2 posted a message on my facebook wall that brought back all that adrenaline from way back when asking if I was up for yet another adventure . I can’t wait for my alarm clock to sound on Friday morning as I look forward to Black Friday crazy with my old friend T2. I guess it’s true what they say, you never forget your first!
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