Money and stuff.

Last night, Jen and I went out for some fun times. As commonly found in Dallas, fun times cost money. I looked into the breakdown.

Cash purchases:
Taco Combo at Taco Cabana: $5.
Perfect little latte from Gachet: $3
Admission to Cavern for fun times: $6
Total: $14

Charges (which, obviously, don't count):
3 sweet-n-tight albums from Good Records: $44.
Beverages at the Cavern: $12 (after tip, but even still, I only drank waters and Diet Cokes)
Total: $56 (that's upsetting)

Things that can't have a monetary value placed on them:
-Jen's hypothetical of "If Noah Taylor walked into the Cavern tonight would you strip to your underwear to make out with him?" (Answer: I'd try my best to work out a compromise, like moving upstairs to that really dark area first. But hell, I'd prolly marry the guy if he asked--he's had amazing roles like David Helfgott and Hitler and was also in Dogs In Space and a Nick Cave video for chrissakes.)
-Having a total stranger correctly determine which of two CDs I should purchase.
-Hearing 4 of my favorite songs randomly played by my latte maker.
-Sean's cover of "The Bottle Let Me Down"
-Being addressed with "What's up, Big Booty!" on Greenville Ave. (Answer: Not a lot. What's up with you, Tiny?")
-Finding out that the police impound lot is not open 24 hours (despite what the recording says) after taking a friend to pick up his wrongfully towed vehicle.
-Having my cat wake me up after I accidentally turned off my alarm and discovering I had only overslept by a few minutes. Thanks Finny!
-Typing this while listening to one of said sweet-n-tight albums: Destroyer's Your Blues.