Windfall, Part One

You know, graduating is a lovely thing. Your parents come in to town. They tell you how proud of you they are. There is lots of eating and drinking and general merriment.

And sometimes, other relatives, the ones who can't come in to town, give you money.

Now, pretty much all my other relatives can't come in to town, given that they all live overseas. But my dad's parents did send me an email saying that they were planning on giving me $1000.

Hell yeah! A thousand dollars! Computed at ten bucks a day, that's an awful lot of days.

And so I splurged. I got this email while studying for my last final a week or so ago. I'd been studying at my favorite coffee shop for hours. When I got this email I grinned, packed up my bags, and immediately went out to the video store to get this.

http://www.amazon.com/Angel-Seasons-1-5-30-Disc-DVD/dp/B000TLTCU4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1211325652&sr=1-1

Yeah, yeah, I'm a dork. Don't mock me. I'm proud of my dorkness. And I have enjoyed owning this tv show SO MUCH.

(In related news: how do I put a hyperlink into a single word in HTML?)

Mugging: $1.00

So last Saturday, after the wedding reception, I head outside and have a cigarette with the photographer's assistant -- nice girl -- and get the valet guys to bring my car around.  I'm trying to meet up with the groom's undergrad friends.  They went back to the hotel to post-party.  The hotel is only a few blocks from the reception and I thought I'd be able to find it easily.  But I quickly get lost in an unfamiliar downtown, and I realize that I'm just not going to find this place.  I pull over in a parking lot. 

Then a good friend calls me -- or possibly I call him -- I can't remember.  He asks how the wedding was.  This being the first moment that I wasn't "on" as a member of the wedding party, my subconscious chooses this moment to have a complete meltdown.  The wedding was a beautiful, wonderful moment where two people I care about joined their lives together in a religious ceremony, and suddenly I find that I am screaming, sobbing into the phone, about exactly how angry I am that these two people believe in something that unites them, but it's all just a great big lie.

I, um, have issues with organized religion.

Also it was an open bar.

A black man walks up to my passenger side door.  He asks if I am all right.  I say yes, I'll be fine.  He asks where I'm headed.  I lie and say that I'm on the phone with my friend who is giving me directions to his place.  He asks if I have any money.  I tell the truth and say that I have no money because I just paid for valet parking at this wedding I was at.

Then he opens the passenger side door, puts his hand on my purse in the passenger seat, and says, "I'm just going to take this now."

I say, indignantly, "No, you're not!"  I actually was indignant.  As though I had any say in the matter.

He takes my wallet out of my purse.  He's having a hard time with the latch on the wallet.  I offer to help him open it, but he doesn't let me.  He gets the wallet open and takes out the cash.  I have all of one dollar.  He says, "Girl, you broke!"

I say, "Yeah, I told you so!"  Then I ask him to leave me my ID cards, at least.  After all, stuff is just stuff.  Replacing a driver's license and green card and social security card -- well, that is a pain in the ass.

It was about this point that a very small part in the back of my head got upset that this entire incident was perpetuating racism.  I wanted to say, "Don't you realize that I'm going to be more frightened of black men now?  Don't you think you have a responsibility to your race, and to our entire American culture?  How dare you perpetuate this stereotype?"

I do not, of course, say any of these thoughts.  My mother and I laugh, later, about how even while being robbed I cannot help but have a running social commentary.

He takes the dollar and says, "Girl, I'll be sweet to you."  He puts the wallet back in the purse and puts the purse back on the seat and closes the door.  Then he says, "Girl, you stop hanging out in parking lots with your doors unlocked, because some nigga's gonna mess you up."  And then he walks away.

My friend has heard all of this through the phone, which has been in my lap.  He, of course, has been freaking out.  As I drive back to where I'm staying, he stays on the phone with me while I have my own freak-out.  When I get there, I call my mother.  She points out that I was mugged by the nicest mugger in Houston.  

And I'm Back

Loyal readers of this blog (I have loyal readers, right?) will note that I've been missing in action for over a week.  Internet, you have my apologies.

There is not much I can say to excuse my absence.  The truth is that a number of things happened: I had finals, I had a meltdown about finals (that was fun), and I went out of town for the weekend to be in a wedding.  I will not detail how much money I spent during the last week or so but you can rest assured that IT WAS A LOT.  

During the end of finals (courtesy of the meltdown) I just reverted to my old spending habits, buying food out whenever I was hungry rather than planning ahead, and of course purchasing plenty of alcohol.  This past weekend, wedding expenses were abundant (note: they were all entirely worth it.  The wedding was a wonderful, beautiful thing and I was honored to be a part of it).  

What I have learned over the past week is that sticking to ten bucks a day is going to be HARD.  There is always something you feel like you need to spend money on.  There will always be the next event, the next occasion, the next outing where you tell yourself, "but this will only happen once!"  Life is full of things that only happen once, and living frugally requires planning for those things and coming up with creative, low-cost ways to enjoy them.

I'm left with where to go from here.  If I count all the money I did end up spending last week, I would be so far behind that I would give up in despair.  In the interests of my mental health, I choose not to go the despair route.  I will stick with the thirty bucks or so behind that I was when last I posted.  I will start tracking and posting my spending again tomorrow.  And above all, I will take the time to plan ahead and try to make this work.

Things that Don't Count

I have a very conflicted view of money.  

On the one hand, I want to be responsible and frugal.  I want to plan ahead and look at the big picture and be able to pay off student loans very quickly (hence this whole experiment).

On the other hand, I could be hit by a bus tomorrow!  And then wouldn't I feel stupid for never having bought a MacBook Air (this is the argument I used to convince myself to, in fact, buy a MacBook Air).

My point is that it's hard to find the right balance between enjoying the moment and planning for the future.  This blog is all about planning for the future.  But there are also going to be a few things that I'll choose to spend money on when it's time to enjoy the moment for a change.  And one of them is definitely THE PLANE TICKET TO NYC THAT I JUST BOUGHT.  HELL YEAH.

I have a grand total of one (count it: one) weekend between graduation and the start of bar exam classes.  This is my one chance to get away, and, incidentally, see a friend that I miss quite a lot.

The plane ticket definitely doesn't count.  :-D

Spending for April 30th

I'm getting tired of coming up with cute names for posts, so for just the basic spending log, I'm just throwing the date up there as a title.  I'll come up with cute names for posts that muse on various things related to money.

$7.33 febreeze and four packets of ramen

Febreeze is a household necessity, it really is, but gosh darn it's expensive.  Anyway, I was doing well until I was finished studying for the day and I was driving home and I was so tired and...

$1.39 cheddar cheese chex mix

$21.10 four-bottle box of cabernet

$29.82 total

IT'S EXAMS AND I'M STRESSED.  SO SUE ME.

So now I'm at -$34.40.  Ah well.  I still have plenty of food in the house (and even some chex mix left over).  I only have one egg left but I'm getting pretty sick of eggs anyway.  Maybe I'll use the egg to make pancakes.