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 Hundred Bucks: Coffee and Christmas Presents

Where'd your last hundo go, Katie Loeb?

My Last Hundred Bucks: Football, Heat Stroke, and Crying in Public

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

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: It’s A Long Way To The Top (If You Wanna Rock and Roll)

My AC/DC cover band played a show the night before Halloween. I dressed as an angel, because it amused me to imagine someone in such a costume singing about large testicles, murder and going to hell.

My Last Hundred Bucks: A Los Angelesman in New York

Where'd your last hundo go, Christian Brown?