Expenses Without Receipt

Starting from Wednesday, July 13:

• We'll actually have to go back to Tuesday, July 12, a day I had off.  I was in St. Paul visiting my now-ex-shoeshiner when I thought today would be a good day to replenish the account I had with the family credit union.  This once was a bank that we had never used, but when The Store was still open, Mother had me open an account with that bank to facilitate checks given to my parents from one of the restaurants to whom they delivered.  I never had the heart to close it, even after The Store closed, even after the bank branch changed hands to this credit union.  So I make it a point to deposit money in the accounts we opened up annually.  This day was that day, and just because I had money and I was going to get more considering the handjob I was going to get, I splurged a bit and put $50 down on both the checking and savings accounts, for a total of: $100.
• I need to confess this: When I woke up on this Tuesday morning, my dick was so hard that I rubbed one out because an erection that solid couldn't go to waste.  I did so knowing that ***e* and ******e were cumming by to jerk me off.  Can I cum twice in one day?  No, not really, but I rolled the dice when I masturbated in the morn.  Well, it took some time and a switch from coconut oil to lotion, but they finally succeeded.  I'm not too old, I guess.  Cost for both naked ladies: $240.
• Sunday the 10th ... I have heard of this Korean chicken chain called Bonchon, a branch of which popped up in a strip mall not too far from work.  I wanted to go try them after a United FC Match, but I was rebuffed because they said it was too close to closing.  But as soon as I knew that I was asked to fill in at work on this day, I knew that after work I would have an early lunch at this place.  Man, the chicken is good -- double-fried, they say, to maximize crispiness.  I didn't know two things, however.  One, it was a sitdown restaurant.  I then realized why I was turned away that one time.  And two, the appetizer I was duped into getting -- tacos that said on the menu "MUST TRY" -- actually were (according to the en vogue euphemism for "appetizers" these days) shareables, not to be consumed by just one person.  I managed to eat nine pieces of chicken (six drummies, three wings) and those three tacos, but it was a struggle.  Oh, and I love that the pop I got was free.  Oh, and the price was pretty good, too.  With tip: $35.
• Back to Friday the 8th, where I went to my art gallery of choice for the opening of its latest exhibition.  It altered which secret bar to go to after working The Fourth Department; I was going to go to Sooki and Mimi but instead went to Young Joni because this art gallery was only a few blocks away.  I always slip some cash into the gallery kitty, five bucks.  I also threw in some money for a Coke, five bucks.  And five plus five makes: $10.
• Back to Friday, July 1 -- went to My Favorite Stripclub (Cover Division) and, well, I basically cover my trip and what I wanted to do in this blog post.  With cover and drinks and tips for said drinks and the girls onstage and the security, I spent: $181.
• I then went, with porno pants, to Up-Down, the arcade palace in Uptown.  A bunch of people, most of whom wearing no masks, being loud mostly indoors?  Sold!  I forget that oftentimes people put quarters (or tokens) in these games and then just walk away.  I also forget that, as nostalgic as I am for these games, I don't enjoy playing many of them.  I stuck a dollar in and was walking around the place for most of the time before deciding to play Arkanoid twice and Paperboy twice -- and that's after playing each game once and wandering around to see if there was anything else I wanted to play, deciding nah, and going back to both games.  But I liked the slice of bacon burger pizza I had.  With tip for the pizza, all told: $7.
• And after that I was still hungry, so I went to Zantigo for some faux-Mexican: $7.26.  (ETA at 11:05 p.m. on July 15 that I actually do have a receipt for this and therefore I should remove this charge.)
• Heading back to Wednesday, June 29, where the headache that was getting a handjob from ******e began.  I don't think I have ever had her service me alone; it has always been with ***e* because I think ***e* was the one who either drove or arranged someone to drive to my place.  My misadventure with ******e I recapped here, so I'll just tell you I paid her: $120.
• On Sunday the 26th I decided to get my hair cut.  The hairstylist was quick as hell, but she did this thing where she'd kind of ram the clipper against the side of my head before turning it to shave my hair.  She did it constantly, as if she was mad at something and was projecting it on to me, but holding off just enough so that she wouldn't give me a concussion.  I have a receipt, so this EWR is only for the tip: $4.
• In the evening I just had to go out, like I said here.  Went to Dream Creamery, an ice cream/burger place that recently opened up.  Wouldn't you just call it the Dreamery?  Have a receipt for the ice cream I bought, so this EWR is only for the tip: $1.
• Then went to Pryes for a beer.  With tip: $9.84.
• Saturday, June 25 ... went to Sebastian Joe's just before closing time.  With tip: $7.37.
• Back on Friday the 24th ***e* came over for a handie.  Don't remember why ******e didn't tag along.  This kind of feels like the Beatles breaking up.  Cost: $120.
• Back to Saturday, June 18, where I did my usual stop at Burger King before visiting Grandmother's best friend.  Frankly, this visit was a shitshow.  Severe staff shortages plus equipment apparently breaking down meant that 1) there was no Coke, 2) the kid taking my order didn't know how to get enter the code from my app to give me free fries, and 3) the couple before me complained about getting the wrong food and almost started a screaming match with the overwhelmed manager.  I really don't think I want to go back to this place again.  You know, I see this Mass Resignation and it feels as though the industry that is finally left holding the bag in terms of not being able to find anyone to work for them are the shitty fast food places.  Just an observation.  Anyway: $6.58.
• After visiting Grandmother's friend I dropped by ******a's apartment for a massage.  Goddamn, she's as hot as ever: $120.
• That evening I went back out to enjoy a summer night.  Had a chocolate malt at Bebe Zito; with tip: $8.51.
• I then went next door to Caffetto to work a bit on some writing.  Small hot chocolate plus tip: $4.46.
• To Friday, June 17: The guy who used to be The Fourth Department was leaving the following week, but I wanted to pay in to our parting gift.  He was moving via U-Haul, and so we chipped in for a gift card he could use to pay for the gas on his way out east.  That seemed like a great idea, but with gas so expensive, I thought he could use some money, so it appears as though I paid in more than everybody else.  That's OK; he saved my butt many times while we were back there, and we all will, and still, miss his institutional knowledge: $50.
• Went all the way to Apple Valley for a stripper party after work.  It was weird in the sense that both women took out my schlong in the dance room, which I thought was forbidden under house rules.  Moreover, host **y gave me a pseudo-handjob like she did the last time I went to her party, but this time I only paid her, like, $70 when she ordered me to pay her $200 the last time.  The only difference I could tell was that we had a room the last time.  So, if we had the dance room all to ourselves, and I ask her to give me an HJ right there, I could get one for less than $100?  I got three dances from another chick there, *****o*, who was there the last time but with whom I did not get any dances.  She was totally nice, and she yanked my cock out of my pants in the dance room, too.  (She was willing to watch me piss, too, but I had stage fright.)  They have a party tomorrow/Saturday that I can't go to, but hopefully this will be the standard experience going forward, so I'll hope to get back there in August.  With cover charge I spent: $150.
• I didn't cum, and I think a reason why is because I was going to the Purity Ring concert at First Ave. afterward.  This act had a vaccine and a mask mandate, and they restricted alcohol only to the upper floor.  The only other act I know that did that was Echosmith, and that band has faint Christian overtones.  I don't see that with Purity Ring, but I still loved the concert (and I loved the Echosmith concert, too, don't get me wrong).  Went upstairs to have a can of Coors.  With tip it set me back: $9.
• I couldn't help myself; every time I have gone to a concert in downtown Minneapolis, I have gone to Pizza Luce afterward.  Same thing here, even though I should watch what I eat.  With tip: $6.68.

Good through July 14.