Sample Sale Inferno

Home. Completely exhausted (physically, emotionally and financially) from the slew of sample sales! Being 'in the business', I am hooked up with the 411 re these events, and proud to say, a pro. Sneak out of work at 9:55 sharp to get in early to the Borghese sale. In the holiday spirit, I share the info with D2, who doesn't believe me it's cash only. When we get there, there is already a line to get in, and after confirming the cash only policy, D2 acts surprised that there is no ATM on premises...considering that the event is at the company's offices, this is bizarre. I shake my head and go in, while D2 needs to go out for cash. Myself, I am ready for battle with cash and shopping bags. The place is a mayhem of fabulous cosmetic gift sets and goodies, the size of a kitchen of an average American home, with crap piled to the ceiling and 40 women at a time, all sweating in winter clothes, all with the same crazed look of the hunt! We are getting our shit and no one is stopping us!!! I push and elbow my way around and at some point look up, hat askew, to see D2 back with cash now stuck on the huge line outside...tsk, tsk. That's an amateur for you! Well, girlfriend will live and learn. I grab a shit load of stuff, trying to mentally allocate what's gifts and what's for ME!
I see many broads I know, and we all know this is no time for small talk, so we smile and keep on! Very female bonding, in a way.
As I'm already paying, D2 finally is admitted inside and I again am generous and give her one of my container store bags, although running a risk of my own stuff ripping from my now no longer double bag! Very unlike me, must be the hunger...anyway, I rush back to the office, where more company time is wasted showing my loot to the chickens, and D4 and S2 run out in a frenzy to get own stuff! Sample sale, sample sale, aaaaaahhhh! Later in the day, one of the chickens gets a cashmere scarf hook up from a friend and I get one and tell her to get more...MORE! I know of the Nautica sample sale but decide it's no place for bombshells and exercise extreme restraint by not attending, reminding myself that need funds to ESCAPE NEW JERSEY. As it is, my bank account balance is curled up in fetal position sobbing in the shower...oh well. I make a solemn promise to self, that after NYE, I will spend a long, Spartan winter holed up in apartment not spending any money, certainly not on food...
Good nite darlings...honey bee is going to go through the loot now.


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