Where did your last hundo go, Molly Lorz?
$5, large iced chai latte. It occurred to me today, after drinking three of these a week all summer, that a large iced chai latte is really just a large cup of milk.
$10, cab ride from train station to work. (Late.)
$10, cab ride from work to bar. (Lazy.)
$11, two whisky sours at 2-for-1 happy hour. Thank you, tiny stretch of bars on St. Marks that offer 2-for-1 happy hour. Yay competition. Yay capitalism. Yay the cheapest drinks in New York.
$10, tips on all of those things.
$16, clutch from Forever 21 that looked extremely quality after two whisky sours but this morning looks like a piece of plastic. Will keep.
$6, letterpress birthday card for best friend. It’s a very cute card. Will she like it more than if I had just given her $6? I don’t know.
$40, Cash left when I got home, tipsy, and saw the electric bill on the fridge. My share: $60. I slid it under my roommate’s door with a note (not on letterpress): “For bills, will pay rest ASAP!” So starts my next hundred bucks.
Molly Lorz lives in New York.