Membership Has It’s Privileges
Holy Crap!! (Initial reaction.) I wanted to say that out loud but I was surrounded by the five little monkeys I so affectionately refer to as my offspring. I probably settled for the less offensive WOW!! But my eyes and mouth agape surely screamed the former.
Why we had waited this long I’m not certain. Well, I’m sure there were reasons: convenience, membership dues, convenience. Wait, I said that already. I’m still a bit woozy from the entire experience.
This past week our family took the plunge and added another exclusive club membership to our resume. There are no fancy guest chef nights here, though. No four-man scramble tournaments or flick and float movie nights. No rules about pool clothes not being allowed inside of the clubhouse. (Though I’m fairly certain there are rules about the wearing of proper clothing.)
No, this is a club of a different sort. The wholesale shopping club. That’s right, we broke down and got a Costco membership. Have you heard of this place? It’s a warehouse—literally, it’s a warehouse. With a fancy sign out front. Items are stacked in boxes and palates, plastic wrapped from the floor to the ceiling.
Memory foam pillows just above the cases of canned peaches. The outdoor inflatable castle next to packages of white tube socks (64 count). It is crazy!!
Everything is quantity and the quantity is massive.
“We should have been shopping here for years,” I told my wife. We stocked up. On just about everything. Toilet paper, paper towels, cereal, ziplock bags. We were like two little kids in a candy store with daddy’s American Express Gold Card.
“Look! Windex in a five liter jug!! They’ve got chips–in a 6 pound bag!! Look over here, Sham Wow! Cases of Sham Wow!!! Sugar!! They’ve got sugar in 25 pound bags right next to the 50 pound bags of flour!!!”
All in all the trip was a resounding success. And with the money we saved–we’ll be adding a room on the back of the house.
So we can have a place to store all of this crap!
Oh, and one other thing. Anyone know how store a gallon jug of mayonnaise once it’s been opened?
We LOVE Costco! My wife and I first got our membership when it was just the 2 of us and hardly ever went. Now that there’s 4 of us, yowza! We usually go once a week to every 2 weeks and can NEVER get out for less than $150. But, we usually have enough stuff to last for a while. For the stuff that doesn’t go bad, you can save a ton. Welcome to the club…
Costco can save you loads of money. But be careful, it can suck you in and use it’s power of persuasion to drain your bank account and leave you holding many of those 5 gallon jugs.
If we had a Costco here I’d switch from our Sam’s Club membership in a heartbeat, because I don’t like how the Walmart empire operates. But yeah… good times huh? Ya gotta love the 10# bags of M&Ms!
We used to be members when we lived a lot closer to one.
My favorite thing to do was whenever I had to buy a housewarming gift I’d get about four huge bales of toilet paper and watch in amusement as the recipient struggled to work out where they were going to store the bloody things
smartfathers–I think it definitely is going to save us in the long run–but we have to figure out what types of things to get there as opposed to our traditional grocery store.
SeattleDad–Sounds like you speak from experience.
Jeff–Sam’s Club or The Evil Empire as my wife would say. I seriously need bigger cabinets!
Dan–Remind me to never invite you to a housewarming.
I don’t think you can store it once it has been opened. Guess you have to get a spoon and get to work on finishing that off now.
Happy bloghopping!
Question: How did your photograph turn out on the back of your Costco card?
Mine is straight up whack.
followthatdog–Thanks for hopping by.
zak–A bit fuzzy and they didn’t capture my playful spirit–but otherwise not too bad.
Now you’ve been and gone and done it.
You’ll never be away from the place and you’ll never buy anything again in a normal family sized protion, oh no, its “catering pack” tomato sauce in bottle so big you can’t lift them from now on, stuff will lay in your cupboards for year while you wonder when it will ever be empty and you’ll never leave Costco without having spent another $200 or so on a trip that would have cost a few cents at your supermaket.
I always dream about buying the jumbo bag of rolls, the huge peanut butter, and multi-pack of jelly then walking around town asking people if they’d like lunch.