Alert! Alert! Guess what’s coming up y’all… BLACK FRIDAY, or should I say Black FriYAY. Now, you all know that I love to shop. It has gotten to the point where I am seriously considering adding Shopaholic to my name. You know how they say Christmas comes once a year well, I believe that it comes twice.
Black Friday is unbelievable. Everything is on sale and if you look close, that Versace Robe might be yours for just a couple of Benjis. Black Friday is somewhat a dangerous event. Relationships are broken, and I guarantee you that that isn’t the only thing broken. People get trampled over and some, well, they see it as a competitive sport.
No one, and I repeat NO ONE is your ally when it comes to Black Friday. Everyone wants the same items so you have to keep all the sales to yourself. I never thought I’d say this but, I would honestly sleep in a tent outside of a store if I knew they had an amazing sale on brand items. Trust me I’m not a fan of tents.
Even though I live in a small city, as soon as it’s Nov. 24, this girl is going online and is plugging in the numbers. Lord, I could go on and on about Black Friday. Who knows maybe I’ll name my future grandchildren after this holiday, after all aren’t names supposed to have a meaning. I have two tips on how to survive Black Friday.
One, don’t ever leave the house without your parents’ credit cards. Two, shop till you drop.
But sadly… we live in Ketchikan Alaska. There is no Versace. There is Salmon Landing, but is it even open?
I will likely just be at home in bed watching all the Black Friday commercials when the chaos starts and be depressed when it ends, knowing Black Friday is not for me. Yet…
There will be a day, who knows when that day will be, when college is over, college is paid off, I have a job, all that stuff, then I can officially become an adult when I can live this glorious holiday to the fullest.