My friend sent me a link of New Year’s Eve plans in clubs and lounges in NYC. Some of the tickets go up to well over, well, almost $200…even for the dives that you would usually pay someone not to invite you to.
In a gchat convo today, discussing the ticket rate for a club called Pressure, J asked me if a $75 open bar from 10-2 AM sounded good. It sounds justifiable, for some. But then again, you have to remind yourself that you are speaking to a Splenda Stealer, who this week ran out of the supply her Mommy bought her, so has been on a klepto-fit, grabbing yellow packets left and right. I found two pink packets in my winter coat, and I was so excited my friend actually thought I had found money. (I also act this way when I find quarters.)
Our sad little convo on gchat:
J: there are a ton of places listed on that siteif you see something that catches your eyelet us knowbecause we have no set plansme: ok, yeah i briefly looked yesterday
J: coolso is $75 around your price range?me: well from 10-2 i can see that as justifiable…
my real price range is like $20…but i don’t really live within my means anyway