Bunker Day feast!We are not maniacs. We are not in search of savings. Instead of getting up early, fighting the crowds (literally) and digging through bins of junk we don't need or have room for, Kurt and I battened down the hatches of our little condo, declaring Black Friday as the official day of Hermitage- Bunker Day.
This was our second annual celebration of the holiday. The idea was that we would not under any circumstances leave the house, except for letting the dogs out to wee. We stocked the cabinets with fancy snacks, wine and treats and built an elaborate pillow fort in the living room. The fort happened to envelop our television, and with careful planning, we hid there all day, loving every minute of it.
Our dogs seemed to be especially excited about Bunker Day. The fort was like their den. Thanks to Kurt, it smelled like farts inside, but to dogs, fart smell is a soothing divine odor, almost as good as the stench of dead things. We imagined that we were guests in Harold's house. He was a gracious host, immediately taking our coats and offering us Harold-sized mugs of hot chocolate.