A Lovely Finish To Christmas Eve Shopping

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    Dec 25, 2010 12:09 AM GMT
    I've been procrastinating, really couldn't get into shopping this year. I hate modern shopping, so different from what I remember as a kid and a young man. I simply will never understand aisles and shelves, that belong in supermarkets, not department stores.

    So today I was under the gun, either deliver or my loving partner would go without. Well, mostly without; I'd been getting him stuff for months, but letting him have the gifts early, because they were things I could see he needed and would enjoy more before Christmas day. Still, there wasn't going to be anything wrapped under the tree for him, though the dear had been taking the already-opened packages he's gotten from me and placing them there anyway. I felt so bad, and when I saw them there I almost cried.

    So today was do or die. I work best under pressure, always have. I also know how to "blitz shop" which my partner does not, why I hate to go to stores with him at any time of the year, when I have serious shopping to do. Even with a cane I can cover more ground in an hour than he can all day. I plan ahead what I want, and stick to the plan, get it & go, no detours like he does (and meeting everybody he knows & his brother along the way).

    Yet I must have my own perks, and my incentives, or else shopping is just a painful chore, even if it is being done for him. So after going to one mall in the morning, and fighting the mob (actually I outwitted them with the parking mess, another advantage of prior planning), I arrived at our most upscale mall in the immediate area. Rather than fight the lines for parking I simply valet parked, let them deal with it.

    My first order of business was a nice snack at noon, so I'd be ready for the rigors ahead, at a very elegant place you wouldn't expect in a mall. But nothing too heavy, or I'd be lugging an anchor around with me. A lovely half-dozen chilled raw oysters did the trick, though not on the menu. Again it pays to plan ahead, and they made sure they were the plumpest, despite oysters being rather puny here lately.

    A couple of Gibsons later and I was ready to go, feeling no pain and now totally in the holiday spirit(s). While eating I had called ahead, so that sales people in a few specialty stores were expecting me. Not quite the same as hiring a personal shopper, but the results were much the same. Everything was ready, no disappointments, no hassles. And all at very good sale prices. I'm always willing to pay for top-flight service and goods, but if I can see a savings, well...

    So I came home with a trunk-full of loot for him. I still gotta wrap it, because one of the drawbacks of last-minute shopping is there's no time for professional wrapping, as I've always done in the past. I'm dreadful at wrapping, but he's gonna hafta suffer with that tomorrow.

    Still, I accomplished my mission against the odds, I had a rather good time doing it, and I'm glad I haven't lost my touch. Plus my partner is the real winner, what really matters though he doesn't know it yet. While I had entirely too much fun, as usual. icon_biggrin.gif
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    Dec 25, 2010 2:24 AM GMT
    And that's what it is all about! Ya gotta hustle and put forth the muscle. icon_smile.gif

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    Dec 25, 2010 11:31 AM GMT
    OK, just finished the last of the wrapping while he's been sleeping, it's all under the tree. Of course I've been waging my usual disinformation campaign for weeks, saying I was broke this year (not entirely untrue), that I had no time for shopping with all the other things we've been doing (also a bit true, but dragging my feet, too, and forcing much of it until Christmas Eve), and that when I did go out yesterday I was largely defeated by the huge crowds that he had told me he himself had run into the last week (completely untrue).

    Funny, but he's the one who's lived here since 1969, yet I anticipated the traffic flow exactly, both on the roads and in the malls, so that Christmas Eve was no more a hassle for getting around any other day of the year. In fact it went so smoothly it was frightening. It must be my New Yorker's built-in avoid-the-crowds GPS. icon_rolleyes.gif

    So anyway, it's almost dawn here, and he'll awake to heaps of presents under the tree that I really don't believe he's expecting. I think I get it from my late parents, who always did the same for my sister & me as kids. So that to this day I hate to see a tree without piles of gifts under it, even if I have to put "props" under there (which I'll do anyway a little later on, to keep the look after Christmas Day is past and the real presents all opened).

    Now I'll treat myself to a little "enhanced" coffee (he can do the driving to his sister's towards evening for the dinner she's planned, allowing me to stay pleasantly buzzed), sit back and wait for the fun when he wakes up. And BTW, speaking of when I was a kid, since 4 years of age I have always woken up very early Christmas morning without an alarm, always before anyone else, this now being the what, 57th year of doing that? How very curious. icon_biggrin.gif
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    Dec 07, 2013 7:14 PM GMT
    SlickJock1973 said
    I despise Christmas shopping. Always have. And like you the only way I am able to face the mobs at the stores is by being liquored up beforehand.

    I wouldn't quite say I get "liquored up", at least not to the point of drunkenness. I am in public, after all. Just enough to reduce my inhibitions and resistance to shopping, to take a little of my natural grumpiness out of me, at doing something I usually detest. Plus it's a little "Bob" reward for having done it.

    But I am reminded of the French custom, of offering a little wine or cognac to a man about to face the guillotine, before it was abolished. Or so I think I've read.

    The Christmas shopping ordeal rates with having my head chopped off. Hence a little fortification seems not entirely out of keeping with the barbaric shopping ritual.

    But this year I beat the headsman, and have done most of my shopping already. I think I won't be doing too much at the last minute, just tidying up loose ends. But I'm sure I'll devise some reason to sneak over to the Galleria without him anyway, and toast the season with at least one gin martini, and afterwards wander the mall happily with a big stupid grin on my face. icon_biggrin.gif
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    Dec 07, 2013 8:07 PM GMT
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    Dec 07, 2013 9:21 PM GMT
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    TLDR = TUCR

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    Dec 09, 2013 1:27 AM GMT
    Art, you're at your best when I feel like I'm reading a letter writ by a lady in 1942. Puts me in the holiday spirit! Serving under you in the Army must've been a blast. icon_biggrin.gif
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    Dec 09, 2013 2:25 AM GMT
    eagermuscle saidArt, you're at your best when I feel like I'm reading a letter writ by a lady in 1942. Puts me in the holiday spirit! Serving under you in the Army must've been a blast. icon_biggrin.gif

    I don't know if I should feel thanks or not... icon_confused.gif

    BTW, you note the original post of this zombie thread is 3 years old, not my idea to revive it.

    In the Army my official writing actually was very terse and to the point, all cold business, but also precise & detailed when required. Here I write for fun, my own if not anyone else's, guys being free to bypass it. I use an antiquated manner of writing as part of the inside joke, for those who understand it.

    As for my Army leadership style, I was a bit of a rebel, unconventional in my problem solving. I used the existing system when it suited me, and deviated from it when it suited me better.

    I also had a rare sense of humor for an officer, and a dislike for protocol & formalities. I'd like to think my soldiers were happy to serve with me, but that's always hard to really know.
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    Dec 09, 2013 2:46 AM GMT
    Feel complimented Art! People used to fear my memos at work but here I let it all hang out, ramble on and write in a more florid style. I live for your reminiscences yet lest you forget, you once advised me that I had too many personal anecdotes in my profile! icon_wink.gif

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