This is a post from Make Love, Not Debt staff blogger, Abby.
This past week, I traveled to Washington, DC, where my husband is doing an internship. It was lovely to see him after a month apart, but with a week away I knew I had to do some prep-work in the apartment. This largely involved eating everything in my fridge that could go bad, including finding various uses for the milk I had stored in there. I can go for some time without a proper meal, because I am lazy and cheap, and so spent that week prior to my small vacation eating mostly bran cereal and apples for dinner (because why use up the freezer meals from Trader Joe’s when those will keep, and the other items won’t?). It was a great week for my wallet.
And then I arrived in DC. Half-starved from a week of eating nothing substantial, our first stop was Five Guys, where I had a burger that tasted like manna from heaven, and we shared an order of fries. The week only got spendier from there. My husband has been equally frugal in his eating habits this summer (although he’s better at actual meal preparation than I am), and having spent weeks holed up in his apartment cooking, was ready to eat out. From ice cream to pho to small plates at a tasty bar near U Street, we bled money, and ate like kings.
But the biggest expense was not mine – dinner at an excellent restaurant where the dress code specifies “no shorts,” which is how you know you’re in the big leagues. I’d done my husband a month-long favor recently, and his repayment was this ridiculously delicious (and expensive) dinner, where I got to eat antelope for the first time and consume some of the freshest heirloom tomatoes I’ve ever had. It was excellent, and very much worth the money. And I was particularly appreciative that I didn’t have to look at the check. It might all be “our” money, but it can be nice not to have to take my own checking account into consideration once in a while.
All of this is to say that while my checking account is looking a little lean lately, I don’t mind. Eating is one of our favorite married-people activities, and after a month of shoveling chips and salsa and yogurt (not at the same time) into my mouth while watching the evening news alone, it was nice to splurge (meal-wise and money-wise). We’ll probably repeat the experience in a few weeks, when I’m back there for a weekend and once again nutrient deprived.
Are there moments when you don’t mind throwing budgetary caution to the wind?