Confessions of a (Wish-She-Could-Be) Shopaholic

So here is my shopaholic confession:

I don't understand getting up super early to go sit on a sidewalk to wait for Bop to open up for Maxwell Street Days.

There I said it.

Ok, so I understand, especially in my wish-she-could-be a shopaholic status (I sort of was one, with shoes, anyway, but with funds these days, I am lucky to be able to purchase a St. Vinny's t-shirt at full price), the importance of a sale but to sit outside on the sidewalk waiting for an all too pretentious store to open up is just beyond me.

As I was driving through downtown Madison to work this morning, I see, no doubt easties (if you are from Madison, you know what I am talking about), waiting for the store Bop to open. I didn't even look to see what kind of sale it was (50% off? 70%?) because I was staring at these young girls. It is the dawn of Maxwell Street Days down on State Street, which I admit is a fabulous time to buy due to the insane sales. But really? Bop? I suppose all the "cool kids" are wearing what they sell there and I must admit that I will pay just about anything for jeans if they fit me right (gotta work with the butt and the hips) but really? I kinda just don't get it.

I suppose I would not be a good shopaholic.