Perhaps I am not "normal" - I just do not like the overabundance of crowding on Black Friday. Yet, there is some crazy part of me that would still like to go to the store to shop, and the other part tugs me back and says "Stay out of the stores, you fool!" So I browse the hundreds of marketers trying to grab my cyberbusiness. The thing is, I am also driven to wanting to buy/shop local, and though I know I will get out in the retail storm, I am planning my moves with the strategy of a ninja.
My very first Black Friday event was when I was quite young, ten years old perhaps, when my parents brought us to Boston to Filene's Basement. My goal was the toy department, no less, and my aim were the dolls! I was an avid doll collector. I know I did purchase a doll from Italy to add to my collection. As for other Black Fridays, I used to sell retail and from the standpoint of a salesperson it is like being swarmed with locusts. Even deeper into my Black Friday experience, though much more enjoyable, were the years I worked at my own craft business, selling at huge craft fairs, including the Londonderry Fair in Boston at the Prudential Center. It was crazy busy, loads of fun and work, but quite rewarding.
With that said, I am home, barely thinking of leaving except for planning out which smaller stores I want to shop at, and mostly not including Black Friday deals, except for perhaps one that offers free home delivery.
Anyway, shopping is a form of exercise that does not include turkey.
Yesterday, we had TWELVE people in our tiny kitchen/dining area. The table and chairs looked rather like a Mad Hatter Tea Party, but my china matched, though my flatware did not. We started out with vegetarian pumpkin chili my son's girlfriend made, followed by more traditional fare. LOTS of vegetables, including garden grown varieties, the traditional turkey, and no-fuss desserts. DH made sweet potato pie that was quite good, my SIL brought frozen dessert pies (most of which I sent away), my son brought brownies (he took home most), and I had plenty of fresh fruit available, though I don't think anyone took advantage. I sent home lots of leftovers with my guests.
My brother and son jammed on guitars, I brought mine out and strummed a little with them in between setting the table and making the dressing (that I nearly forgot, then overcooked).
It was a ton of fun, and will be memorable, especially since my brother and his family will be moving further away. It was good.
And I am thankful.