For the past week and a half I’ve been living on the meekest of funds, while sitting there in my nightstand were two containers filled with silver and copper salvation. I did what I could to stay away from the rainy day change jar funds, but today I broke down and cashed in all the chips. The grand total shocked me beyond belief. Here I was thinking I only had about $100 or so at most, but the Commerce Bank change counter came up with $275.

Part of me is happy I was able to save so much, but that was over quite a few months. I’m not going to squander these newfound riches — this will more than get me by until my next paycheck gets to my mailbox, after which time a large chunk of this money and that paycheck are going to replenish my laughable savings account balance sheet for the next lean time.

This past Saturday night I got the chance to hang out with my old bosses from the Answerspace (er, Monetaire) days, Christian and David, along with some of David’s crew. I’ve talked with both many times over the years and have hung out with David on more than one occasion, but this was the first time seeing Christian since the ol’ insane assylum at 594 Broadway did the dot-com belly-up.

For the second evening in a row I found myself out at Prospect Park taking in one of their great outdoor concerts, this time listening to the end of the New Pornographers set while feasting on free Hummus and Pita bread, washed down with an equally free 40 of Bud. This was better than I could have hoped for, since my bank account has bottomed out once again until the end of the month and I only have about $20 or so to my name at the moment. Because of these kind acts, not only was I able to eat, drink and be merry, but I can continue to eat the rest of this week as well. “Mucho gracias!” cries my stomach.

This will have to become a more regular occurance. The hanging out part, that is — not the me bumming a night on the town part.