Man! I Feel Like An Elitist

A few weeks ago, my friend and I had about $10 in our wallets and a crying sky above our heads. She suggested we have a little rainy day s...

A few weeks ago, my friend and I had about $10 in our wallets and a crying sky above our heads.

She suggested we have a little rainy day soiree with some cucumber, watercress and smoked salmon on whole grain crackers. Nice and simple, yet sophisticated. Perfect idea.

We went to the supermarket for supplies; it didn't cost much at all. But of course the storm only got worse when we were about to leave. Instead of tying grocery bags around our heads like little old ladies and trudging through the murky trench of a parking lot, we sat on a bench next to the Coinstar machine. If only we had enough moolah to escape the rain and hit up the casino. Instead, with the remaining $2 in my beat-up knockoff Chanel wallet, I bought two scratch-off lottery tickets. Bored, hungry, and desperate to line up three diamonds on each card, we scraped the silver, filmy layer with our keys. No luck.

But the rain did stop; we left and got into the car before it started again.

At my place, we sliced cucumbers into stacks like poker chips, munched on our crackers with $4.00 smoked wild salmon (of which lox-loving snobs would probably disapprove, but I don't really care--it was fresh and yummy) and reduced-fat cream cheese. Best of all, we sipped chamomile tea from the china cups I hardly ever use.

So what if we didn't hit the jackpot that night? We felt like high rollers anyway.

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