Okay. It's 3:20 AM. I have just had a bowl of cereal and I am brewing some coffee. I'm almost ready.
What am I doing up at this hour, eating and making coffee, you ask? I am about to get dressed and go camp out in front of our neighborhood Target, in hopes of getting my 12 yr. old son one of these: a Nintendo Wii. It's all he wants for Christmas, and honestly, I would do just about anything for him.
The truth is, I'm a little scared. I wish someone could go with me, or even talk to me on my phone for company. Wish me luck, I'm out the door. I'll let you know how it goes.
UPDATE: It's 4:40 AM and I'm back home.
I pulled up in front of Target and there was already a line. There are 15 units for sale and there were 17 people. The first lady in line had been there since 7 last night. Most had been there since midnight. Ever optimistic (and let's face it, I was already up and awake), I headed to the Best Buy near the mall. Same story: 20 units, 20 people. The same at the Clarksville Target. And Toys-R-Us. And Circuit City. I stopped for a Sunday paper, and some Dunkin Donuts for the kids when they wake up, and headed back home.
But no Nintendo Wii. Not today.
I'm going back to bed.