Christmas was less then a month ago, and our checking account is still bruised. And with all the sales happening seemingly every day, we've excused ourselves for spending even more cashola. But now we've got to face the music, and it's not Britney's newest uptempo single. Instead think funeral march—to get into saving mode on the quick, we've put together a handy crib-sheet for a weekend that's truly skintified (yes, we just made up that word). Whether you're a beer guzzler or like to belt out a tune, we think you and your electric bill will enjoy our ultimate NYC freeloader's guide for the weekend. We do suggest bringing a credit card though—you know, for any fiscal emergencies.
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