My name is Martinique and I have a lesbitonic wine problem. Right. Back up. Lesbitonic? Here is how lesbitonic came about. I wrote this to my friend Kristen:

awwww….
girls blow ass.
well, except for your friends.
I’ll for shizz let you know my plans because I concur sleepover=fun. Wow. We are seriously
lesbionic-platonic friends

(I know, my use of the word shizz is embarrassing, but this is a confession so I’m not editing my super crunk email quote)

To which she responded:

“Lesbitonic! We just collectively coined it”.

The subtext here being that we were discussing a potential sleepover for our early morning plans the next day which was fitting since we’ve been spending almost all of our free time together in the last month. We determined that what we were doing looked a lot like what lesbians do in their new relationships, which can best be described as spending as much time together as white spends on rice, and yes I know I mixed that metaphor.

So on to my confessions. It seems that when I have a new friend I drink a lot of wine. I become what the French charmingly refer to as a Bon Vivant. Ordering a bottle of wine becomes de reguire, as does picking up a new dress when we’re out shopping… and a cool scarf to wear with it as long as we’re walking past them at Target, and then why not drop four dollars on a latte while your spending money like its your job?

But here’s the thing – friendships, like relationships have honeymoon phases. And it feels so good. And I have a seriously large financial conscience, which keeps me from ever from going completely overboard. So, even though this is a confession, and it is certainly is – I’m really not sorry. And as an ex-catholic I do realize that negates my confession, but sometimes you must go through the actions. So here it is readers:

This weekend I split a forty dollar bottle of wine, bought two dresses that were each about fifty dollars, one four-dollar latte, a scarf, leggings and Cracklin Oat Bran from Target, and I’m about to go out for cheap (can *cheap* really buy me any points here?) lunch. And this was all after my March experiment that I called my buy-nothing-I-don’t-need month. I wore the dress, leggings, and scarf last night and had a smashing evening and I woke up to my cereal. A fine weekend.

I don’t think there is perfection in being penny-wise, there is just one’s best.

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Martinique Miller writes a personal finance blog with her two sisters, called Thrifty Sisters where they share their struggles and success with finances. She also writes the Lesbian Relationships column for The Chicago Examiner.

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