A Word A Day Keeps the Dr. Away: black friday

11/29/10

black friday

black friday: the day following Thanksgiving Day, traditionally the beginning of the U.S. shopping season On this day, many retailers open very early, often at 4 a.m., or earlier, and offer promotional sales to kick off the shopping season.

Natalie Dee

every year, 4:30am. Knock, knock, knock. Switch. The light is too glaring to open my eyes. I all I can see are yellow blobs. My mother says with enthusiasm that only coffee can provide, "Wake up! It's time to go shoooooooping!!" I think she even claps her hands with joy. It'd be better if she just said, "let's get ready to rummmble" (which I oddly thought was "rumbo" for the longest time) or something to that effect, at least that way I'd think, in my half-awake not-yet-cognisant morning haze, that I was preparing for an epic sports game or to go to war or something more worthwhile than shopping. I roll over and groan. Eventually, I get up and put some pants on and maybe a little makeup. Despite the effort, I still look like the living dead at this hour in the morning. You'd think by now my mother would have realized that I am the wrong person to take Black Friday Shopping. Despite my grumpiness, she brings me anyway. Think I'm bitchy during normal daylight hours? Try making it 4am and adding six million annoying holiday shoppers. Oh man, my cynicism becomes particularly caustic, especially if I'm not fed. Usually I end up getting a thing or two (I got a cute dress with skulls all over it) and tolerate knowing that I'll have to do this next year as well...so long as I'm compensated in I-hop pancakes.

After Friday, I got pesto pizza with Kayliegh, and we collectively decided that higher education is a joke. I also had a sort of mini-date with my step-dad. We watched The Hurlocker, my choice. That's a damn good film. A sobering look at war from the perspective of three bomb-techs in Iraq. For parts of it, I clean forgot I was watching a movie. I especially liked the grocery store scene, it rings true to all the experiences I've had with war vets. Next, I want to watch the wind that shakes the barely.

p.s. fuck, I didn't do any homework this weekend. well, I did, but it didn't make a dent in the amount of work I have to do :(

1 comment:

UnknownThursday, December 02, 2010
but, we enjoyed having you home to share the holiday! YOu are an awesome cook too! love- mom and dad
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