My Last $100: 48 Hours in Chicago

$23.95: audiobook version of John Waters’ Carsick because I needed something to listen while flying LA to Chicago. (Hey, that sounds like a Sade song). Audiobooks are expensive but my eyes need a rest sometimes. I had to save them for my own reading at Women and Children First Books.

$4: six-pack of bottled water for hotel room and two Clif Bars

$18.38: shared Uber to Wicker Park from Hyatt Regency O’Hare and back.

$22.92 canvas Doc Martens, $50 minus the friend discount.

My Last $100: A Crawfish Boil And Its Aftermath

How'd you spend your last $100, Lauren?

$100 Spent During a Weekend in Washington D.C.

How did you spend your last $100, Amanda?

I Literally Only Spend My Money on Coffee and Food

Where'd your last hundo go, Brendan O'Connor?

My Last Hundred Bucks: Vegas Baby Vegas!

Lunch at Mr. Lucky’s in the Hard Rock Hotel. They may have called the turkey burger “Free Bird,” but it cost $15.

My Last $100: Eating My Feelings, Nourishing My Mind And Soul

$6.25, Trader Joe’s Cookie Butter: At the end of an incredibly long workday, I was craving “a deliciously unusual spread reminiscent of gingerbread and made with crushed biscuits.” Fortunately, Trader Joe’s had just the jar for me.

$5.00, Iced skim latte from Culture Espresso: As soon as it hits 60 degrees, I spring for iced drinks. Apparently such a luxury comes at an additional cost. My coffee shop is now charging 50 cents for ice in any beverage, taking my already overpriced latte to a whole new level of absurdity.

$3.00, Twix Bar at the TriBeCa Film Festival concession stand: My boss was generous enough to give me her tickets to see “Chef,” a wonderful film about a Cuban food truck. After watching close-up after close-up of cooks in action, I became incredibly hungry. Sadly, I was forced to settle for the only available item in the theater: overpriced American chocolate.

My Last Hundred Bucks: A Fresh Set of Ears, Comfort, Cultural Diversity

Where'd your last hundo go, Mitchell Sunderland?

My Last $100: Gas Isn’t Cheap

How did you spend your last $100, Katrina?

$46, gas. Having a boyfriend, even one who lives ten minutes away, really jacks up how much gas my car needs. Who knew being in a relationship meant going on dates, to places that are not my house, to which I have to drive?

$15, tip for massage. A manager bought my team Thai massages. I’ve never been so happy to have someone dig a pointy elbow into my shoulder before.

My Last $100: Sick in Boston

How'd you spend your last $100, Liz?

My Last Hundred Bucks: There Is a Baby In My Apartment Edition

Audrey Ference lives in New York.