What would you give a young man about to embrace a life of poverty so extreme that he's closed his bank account and forsaken all forms of monetary wealth?
A prayer card? A rosary? Some stationary? Maybe deodorant? Certainly something useful that he'll have more than 6 days to use. Like pretty much anything else besides money.
Well, several people disagree with you, and saw fit to generously bestow their wealth upon my wallet. A week before I enter the monastic setting of the novitiate and I am living with an unprecedented amount of highly disposable income. I didn't even know that money came in increments of $50! But apparently it does, and we even saw fit to put one of our nation's worst presidents on the bill.
So tonight, for one night only, I decided that I would be rich. I picked up my friend Alex, and we went downtown for a fancy dinner and an evening on the town.
We walked into the first restaurant and moments later walked out. Greenville, I know I said fancy, but that was too fancy. We settled on a nice place on a terrace over Falls Park, drank luxurious cocktails, and had meals with French names that I couldn't pronounce.
Thankfully, the riches couldn't invade our conversation, and we enjoyed one anothers' company like old times. The conversation danced from future plans to mind palaces to poly-amorous relationships. Our dialogue yielded delicious new phrases like "the Justin Bieber Revolt of 2014" and insightful anecdotes like "college was the shortest eternity that I have ever lived through."
But the best part of my day with Money to Burn wasn't the out-of-the-ordinary situation of sitting on a terrace nursing a well-made drink, but was instead the end of the night when we sat on a rocky ledge above the falls and joked about embarrassing stories and mused on future ones.
I'm just not cut out for the Rich Lyfe.
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