Expenses Without Receipt

Starting from Sunday, September 7:

• I'm not doing anything on Sunday the 7th because it's the first Sunday of the National Football League, so I'm deciding to watch football all day.  So the EWRs start back on Saturday the 6th, where, after watering the garden and plants, I had club duties downtown.  Sacrificed money for the scholarship fund (while paying for my food with my credit card): $10.
• After that I decided to celebrate the win at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division), where I was forced to chat up this weird guy who kept saying to be happy and told me to smile, which he returned with this toothy smile and a mouth that retracts so much I could see his gums.  Coffee and tips: $11.
• I then went home to water the garden again, shower and clip my nails, which was delayed because I didn't know where the clippers were.  I now put them in the bathroom, and for a while there I thought my parents took them with them to Asia.  But I found them in my dresser for some reason.  I was able to trim them before the clock struck midnight.  I then had to take a detour to the gas station so I could use this coupon to fill up my folks' minivan.  I then went to Caffetto to do work on my computer ... which, to be honest, I didn't do.  Mocha plus tip: $3.50.
• I finally wound up at My Favorite Late-Night Italian Place because I didn't want to go home yet.  Bought, for only the second time, a Brooks burger, which I think is two patties with a lot of mayo.  I brought my computer in with me to work on it.  Have a desktop background of a repeated tile of USC Song Girls in their bikinis.  I think the waitress helping me saw it before I could bring up the browser.  Hope she isn't creeped out.  Yeah, she's probably creeped out.  With tip: $7.50.
• Friday the 5th ... It was a long day at work, capped off with an extra hour at work.  (I need to watch that.)  But I was too tired to enjoy the start to my weekend because I decided to bring my car in.  And even though they only said it would take a half-hour to diagnose what's causing the white smoke to come out of the back of my engine, I kind of lied to them when I said I was going to hang out at Wendy's till they call me.  I decided to go back home.  Something needed to be fixed, which means they're keeping the car, which means I didn't really have to hang out there.  So I got to get the watering done.  (Besides, they called me almost an hour after I dropped off the car to say that they needed to degrease the engine and dye the oil to see what's going on.)  Oh, EWR ... on the way home I picked up a heads-up penny.  It's the only Expense Without Receipt, and I don't like only having one transaction a day, but it is what it is.  An Infusion of: 1 cent.
• Wednesday, September 3 -- It was a really shitty day at work where we lost the count.  I didn't know that at the time I needed something to eat and decided to buy some peanuts from the vending machine: 50 cents.
• Worn out, I was late to our alumni club's Trivia Night gathering.  But I was immediately heartened to see the attendance was a lot more than I thought it'd be.  Was surprised that the Vice-President basically called off the night a bit past 8, but I really didn't care at that point.  I was so tired I decided to stay and cash in on this coupon for six free wings.  I snarked down nachos con queso and mozzarella sticks, so it was a mistake eating these as well because I was beyond full.  But I don't know if I was going to hit up another B-Dubs before the coupon expired at New Year's Eve.  I took the rest home and ate them all once I got home.  Oh, EWR ... I charged the meal but donated cash to the club: $10.
• Labor Day, aka Monday, September 1 ... I realized I didn't want to stay home this holiday, so I decided to drive all the way down to Canterbury Park and bet on some races.  Because I got in just after the third of eight races were run, I decided I would take it easy, take in the first race I saw to see how the track was doing, and not try to lose my shirt gambling.  I wound up only betting on two races, getting a beer, and thinking that the new emcee is really shitty.  But at least I won a ticket, on a stretch closer.  With admission and the tip for the beer and it wound being a cheap day: $6.40
• Afterward, even though I was tired, I took in the last day at the Minnesota State Fair.  I think I've been at the last day of the Fair the past few years.  It's The Unofficial Death Of Summer, and there's a certain melancholy that I feel I need to be shroud myself in, as acknowledgement of a passing of the carefree summer as it gives way to the seriousness of fall and the reintroduction of school and/or work.  I walked a lot, I though a lot, I said my goodbyes to a lot of memories that I made over the summer.  Not that it was totally special, but as I type this right now, even though it was only six days ago, it feels like an eternity has passed since Labor Night and now.  I did go balls out food-wise, though; prime rib taco (thank you to the big-titted woman who took my order for that one), root beer and a Presidential Bar at the AFL-CIO building: $12.
• Then I guess I really, really didn't want to go home because after the Fair I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition).  I feel more and more that is a place I feel safe in.  Coffee and tips: $11.
• Sunday, August 31: I was going to spend my afternoon in an MRI tube for research, but apparently these guys have this new thing where two people are signed up each session; they take the first one, and the second one will be paid only for an hour and sent on his way.  I didn't think I was late, or at least too late, when I came at 2:31, but I got beat out by the other guy.  So that meant that my plan on going to the Fair after that session was moved way up.  Guess that's a good thing; I dedicated my whole afternoon to doing this task where I would go all around the fairgrounds to see these signs describing certain historic landmarks of the Great Minnesota Get-Together and punch this book.  If I get all of them, I have to find a booth to get my prize.  It took me a good 75 minutes to hit all 12 (?) stations, then another 75 minutes to find this booth.  My prize?  A blue ribbon.  I'll take it.  Before this adventure I ate The Food Rookie Of The Year, the Chicken in a Waffle.  Kind of overrated; too hot at top, chocolate (with chicken?) at bottom.  I also combined Sweet Martha's Cookie's with all-you-can-drink milk.  Total: $16.25.
• After that I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division) for an extended hour-and-a-half.  There I saw a blonde that I thought quit The Life.  No, she just took time off to have her second child.  Well, it's been so long since I saw her that I had to get a dance from her.  Plus tips and, because I didn't get a drink until I was halfway out the door, Sprite: $35.
• Saturday the 30th was the day where I dropped off my parents at the airport and the night where I hung out with my friend at My Favorite Stripclub (Cover Version) to talk about Life.  Like I said on the post, the total amount of money I spent on cover, the first round of beers for the two of us and a tip for the bouncer on the way out came to: $28.
• ETA at 9:16 p.m. on Tuesday, September 9 that this was also the first day of our game-watching season.  I charged the food and drinks to my credit card, but I had to give some cash for our raffle: $10.
• Friday, August 29, the fucking tough day at work.  I unwound at the Gopher volleyball match in the Sports Pavilion where the air conditioning blew.  Program, hot dog and Coke: $9.75.
• On Thursday the 28th I wanted to take a nap, but I freaked out when I saw that another guy was hanging out at the car right next to me.  That's weird.  So I went to the place across from work for chili.  Plus tip: $3.25.
• Tuesday the 26th -- had to see if we could see our games at this bar, so I went there and, as a peace offering, I bought a taco platter.  With tip: $6.75.
• This was a wild day.  I went to St. Paul to pay my health insurance, learned they didn't give out change, went to Minneapolis to check up on this bar, then went back to the St. Paul side to watch the St. Paul Saints game.  It was the final series they played in Midway Stadium.  The last game was Thursday, but I wanted to hang out with my folks that night because I was going to the Gopher game Friday night, and So You Think You Can Dance was on Wednesday, so it had to be Tuesday.  It was a long-ass game; they fell behind early, somehow came back to send it to extra innings, give up the lead (to the Winnipeg Goldeyes) only to tie it in extras, then finally cough up five runs.  It was around midnight by the time I got home.  It was symptomatic of the slide the Saints suffered near the end of the season; they remained above .500, but suffered through alternating winning and losing streaks before going through an end-of-season slide that took them out of any chance of making the playoffs and thus extended their Last Train To Midway.  Ticket, program, hot dog, tips, a flight of four beers equal: $20.
• Let's take it back to Sunday, August 24, where I had to take to go to the Walker and see Christian Marclay's The Clock.  It's a 24-hour movie/montage where every reference or showing of the time is on the screen right at that particular time (even though I checked my watch and I think it was four minutes slow).  I think I was at the library longer than I wanted, so I only was able to sit for about 75 minutes, but I tell you, I was wide awake the whole time.  I wanted to catch every single time-related reference.  Admission was: $9.
• Afterward I relaxed at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division).  Tips only because no one asked me for coffee: $6.
• Saturday, August 23 was the Chipotle Cultivate festival at Loring Park, a combination of music, cooking demonstrations and marketing for the restaurant.  I appreciate the restaurant company presenting subjects that matter to them, such as using locally sourced food and animal cruelty.  And yet I think people give Chipotle a pass for this public relations push because they like the food.  Well, so do I, and I will be sure to use their coupons before they expire.  Bought a Surly Cultivate, a brew brewed specifically for this fest, a Meatball Bowl from a restaurant Chipotle created called Shophouse, and a sample from CiderHouse Werks.  With tips: $16.
• Thursday the 21st was the opening day of the Fair, and even though it was hot as hell, I had cheese curds, Minneapple Pie (which might be my go-to food for the Fair) and salty lemonade from Holy Land.  Total: $13.
• After that I traveled all the way to the west side of town to go to this party at an apartment I hadn't been to in a long time.  There I got a handjob from ***e*.  Afterward, I was all alone in the living room with the other two girls working this party -- just me and these two hot chicks, one I hadn't seen in a long time, one I've never seen before but was ***e*'s friend whose photos I've seen on facebook and she was fucking sweet!  The first time I saw that chick at the party she came out of a room after servicing this guy totally naked.  goddamn, I want to fuck her.  Anyway, this was a great time to just yank my cock out.  But this new chick was being extremely loud, talking about how the "fucking bitch" disrespected her and that "fucking bitch" was stupid.  And then there's the other woman, the host.  While she was yanking my dick ***e* said she tried killing herself.  So, would it be prudent to yank out my pee-pee in front of a loud drunken whore and a suicidal woman?  So I passed.  But I did drop a dollar for all the pizza I ate.  Total: $81.
• Monday, August 18.  Had soup at the eatery across the place from work.  Don't think it was chili, but I forgot exactly what it was.  But it was the same price including tip: $3.25.
• I'm also putting in this day the time I picked up a penny off the ground.  I don't really think it was Monday the 18th, but I don't know what day it would be, so I'm putting it here.  An Infusion of: 1 cent.
• On Sunday the 17th I went to work out.  Admission: $3.
• After the gym I ate a mini Oreo Blizzard from Dairy Queen, thus neutralizing all the calories I worked off at the gym: $2.99.
• Saturday, August 16: Worked out: $3.
• Friday, August 15 ... the Northeast Coffee Shop is a place on the way home from work.  I wanted to take this place in for some time, and I finally did so after work to do my blog post for the day.  Since I was all coffeed out, I just got a hot chocolate.  With tip: $1.25.
• On Thursday the 14th I ate chili at the eatery across the way from work.  With tip: $3.25.
• Tuesday, August 12: That was the day I decided to stay out because I needed to talk to the university alumni liaison about going on their e-mail service so I could communicate with the alums around the area.  Surprised me, however, when I turned on my computer and saw that she decided to just send me the links to the training and told me to learn this myself.  Uh, OK.  I didn't mind the coffee and donut I ate at Diamonds, but I guess I didn't need to this day.  With tip: $3.50.
• However I did spend the evening at the Lynx game.  Too bad they lost, which should have portended the bitter elimination of their season in the WNBA playoffs.  I'm really worried about the Jynx; I think they're in for a big fall, and attendance is going to evaporate as a result.  Ticket, hot dog and Coke: $20.50.
• After the game I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version).  Got a dance from Cicily, and I forgot that she short-changed me the last time I got a lapper from her.  But I don't feel as if she did that this time around.  With coffee and tips: $27.
• And at the end of this Tuesday night I deposited money I didn't need to withdraw from ATM: $85.
• Sunday, August 10: Don't know why, but I think on this day I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition) (ETA in the afternoon; that's what makes it surprising) for coffee and tips: $9.
• After the strip bar (I think) I went to DQ for a mini Blizzard.  I don't know if there was a special going on or if it was Happy Hour or something, but what was $2.99 other times was here only: $2.13.
• To Saturday the 9th ... I finally was able to go through my receipts for the party and see how much money I spent out of my own pocket.  And so I paid myself back by taking money out of the club's account.  An Infusion of: $150.
• I then went to Quizno's because they have a lot of coupons.  This may have been the time my sub was cold when it should have been hot.  With tip: $6.50.
• Afterwards I worked out: $3.
• And then I came home, ate dinner, and headed back out.  I went downtown -- first to the Pizza Lucé Block Party, where I got a slice of pizza in the middle of the street, blocked off for the party.  With tip: $4.50.
• I then went further down First Avenue and, well, First Ave., where Echo & the Bunnymen were playing.  I think this stripper girl I know is good friends with the band.  I scalped a ticket after the person selling it initially asked for $25.  When he had only one left, I got it for $20.  He told me that another guy milling around the club wanted a ticket and he was going to offer the both of us 2-for-$40, but this guy didn't approach me.  I saw this guy milling outside during acts, and I think he saw me with the wristband indicating that I got in.  I wanted to hide my wristband by shoving my hand in my pocket, but I think it was too late.  Meanwhile, the band sounded good, though not as good as hearing the songs in the way I'm used to hearing them.  Wanted to hear the guys who made "Lips Like Sugar" and "The Killing Moon" live, and I was satisfied.  The scalped ticket, a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon, and a tip: $26.75.
• After the concert I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version) for coffee and tips: $9.
• And then after that I went to My Favorite Late-Night Italian Place.  Forgot what I ordered.  With tip: $13.50.
• Friday, August 8: Somewhere, I found a penny.  An Infusion of: 1 cent.
• That evening I took in indie night at the Skyline Music Festival at Target Field courtesy of a complimentary ticket by my good friend.  I really went to town eating during the last three acts I caught, all of them good: Thao and the Get Down Stay Down, New Pornographers, and Andrew Bird (with virtual co-headliner Tift Merritt).  I thought this was the time to go beyond the hot dog and Coke or beer I get at a baseball game and decide to partake in the ballpark's better and more expensive fare, like a brat from Kracmarzuk's, a can of Leinie's Honey Weiss, and a helmet sundae.  My God, I ate so much, and I don't know why, since it was just a fucking concert: $23.
• And then I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division) -- short stay, I think, so tips only: $4.
• And finally I wound up at My Favorite Late-Night Italian Place.  This night I got a small salad and onion rings.  With tip: $8.

These posts are long.  Caught up through September 7.