Going over to "the other side"

I realize that the term "the other side" has many connotations. It could mean dying, to give it a rather existential meaning, or it might indicate a physical or geographical barrier, like the "Wall" that our government has erected (porous though it may be) between our country and the one that lies to the south (that one being Mexico, of course). It also has a sci-fi meaning, for those of us who grew up on the first Star Wars series back in the 70's and early 80's. You know, going over to the "Dark Side", joining up with the forces of evil and all of that.

I have my own interpretation of what the "Dark Side" is, and I think that we have officially crossed over into that territory. Now that we've done that, we can't go back, we are lost forever and ever.

No, no, I'm not talking about brandishing a lightsaber or using the force to wreck havoc in the universe, although both of those would be fun!

It's something a bit more innocuous but just as transformational.

I'm talking about COSTCO. Michael and I joined up as of yesterday, became members of the club of mass consumerism.

And what's worse? I'm totally excited! I think we're going to fill up an entire room (we have an empty one of those) with supplies that we buy - rolls and rolls of toilet paper and paper towels, boxes of crackers, cereal and cookies just waiting for us to devour them, bottles of Listerine, boxes of soups, tons of contact solution. Hell, maybe we'll even buy tires for the car and just keep them on hand?! It almost makes me want to have a child or a dozen critters, just so that I can use and abuse the card as much as possible.

I can't wait!

Okay, on a more serious note - are there other people out there that reluctantly became giddy Costco members?! Is it a bit like Whole Foods - a store that you love to hate or hate to love? Or am I just making too much out of this small step?