Budgeting by carrying only cash — An experiment in self-controlled spending

For the first time in about twenty years, I went on vacation with just cash in my pocket: $500 for 5 fun-filled days in New Orleans over the Thanksgiving holiday. I picked the amount of $100 per day arbitrarily out of a hat. I had no idea if it would be enough for both my husband and myself, and if not, if I’d be able to resist the urge to pull out the “plastic.” We had a free place to stay at my Cousin Carla’s house, so we only needed to cover meals, entertainment, and souvenirs.

I haven’t lived on a cash budget since college in the late 1980s, when I took $20 out of the ATM every week and spent it until it was gone. My boyfriend at the time took up the slack, treating us to dinner out at restaurants with his weekly allowance of $40 from his parents (I had to work for mine).

In those days, neither of us had a credit card and couldn’t have gotten one even if we wanted. Credit cards weren’t given out nearly as readily as they are now, which was a good thing. I didn’t qualify for a major card until I was out of college, working full time, and only after building my credit score by successfully managing an account from a major department store (JCPenney) for a little over a year.

The cash method is a tried and true method of budgeting, still practiced by those who don’t trust putting their money in a bank. I’ve known many a man who turns his paycheck into cash every Friday, then pays any bills that are due before blowing the rest by having fun going out over the weekend. By Monday, he’s nearly broke and living off a tuna fish, frozen vegetable and macaroni and cheese casserole until the next paycheck arrives.

My husband and I loosely follow the cash method of budgeting with our weekly lunch allowances. However, this was the first time either of us had tried to follow a budget on vacation, a time when I tend to live high on the hog, then pay the price when I return home after racking up hundreds of dollars on my credit card.

To make the budget work, we didn’t include filling up the car with gas. First, there was no telling how much gas would be since prices yo-yo up and down like a bungee jumper from day-to-day and vary from station-to-station, as well as from city-to-city and state-to-state due to locally imposed taxes. Second, we had to have gas, so running out of money to pay for it was not an option.

The first road block to staying on budget occurred on the way to Louisiana. My car overheated in Tallahassee and my husband and I and the nice man at the Costco gas station couldn’t find any busted hoses, mostly because it was raining buckets and water was everywhere. Everyone we surveyed expected that the thermostat had gone bad, a cheap fix. I had to get a tow, but expected it to be free through my new AAA membership. It wasn’t — only the first five miles were free and the rest were charged at $5 per mile.

Cha-ching! Tow at $20.

I have a reasonably new car, still under partial warranty, and only felt comfortable getting work done by a licensed dealer. The repair shop found the problem right away – critters eating the hoses, probably squirrels – no kidding! Although many gnawed hoses could wait, the one to my radiator had to be replaced. (I got to keep the old hose with the gnaw marks for proof — knowing no one would believe me.)

Cha-ching! Dealer repair at $267

Unfortunately, the repair shop didn’t keep parts in stock and had to order them. It would take a day to repair, so we had to stay overnight at a hotel where the dealer got us a discounted room.

Cha-ching! Hotel room at $44.

Including meals, we had now spent $378 of our $500 budget and we hadn’t even made it to New Orleans, yet. Bah humbug! We had no choice but to break the budget and go to the ATM for more cash, a small portion of which we would use to pay for meals on the trip back home. This left us roughly $65 per day for two fun-filled days in New Orleans.

The details of how we spent the money will completely bore you. However, the attitudes of the people around us who we informed of our “daily budget” were both surprising and unexpected.

My cousin Carla watched with amusement our regular habit of pulling out our cash to see how much we had left. It didn’t sink in that we were serious about following our budget until we were nearly out of money that first night. “I would just use plastic,” she kept saying.

“Normally we would. But, that’s what gets us into trouble,” I explained. “I just paid off the credit card with my non-FDIC insured money market, since I had to close it out anyway.” Although there was nothing to stop us from racking up the credit card again, we decided we’d rather save the “plastic” for emergencies.

My cousin’s boyfriend, Ricky, was disturbed by my husband’s public display of cash. “You’ll get robbed. I know this town,” he warned. “Promise me, you’ll never do it again.”

“Okay, I won’t,” my husband promised and agreed to count his money inside his wallet, under the table. He wasn’t used to paying with cash and is very trusting.

“I’ll pay for it. Don’t worry about it,” said Ricky.

“Save it. You’ll need money tomorrow,” said my cousin Carla.

However, our goal was to spend all our money by the end of the night. The next day, we would start fresh with our next day’s budget. I didn’t want to be a leech, but agreed to let my cousin’s boyfriend pay for dinner because he really wanted to impress us and treat us to something nice. We would make up for it by buying their drinks the rest of the night until the money ran out.

The next day, when my cousin called her boyfriend to discuss the plans for that night, we heard her sigh and say, “They’re doing the money thing again.”

The money thing? Since when is budgeting with cash considered unusual and odd?

That afternoon, we met up with one of my husband’s friends from work with his wife, also in New Orleans for the holidays. We treated for brunch at the Café du Monde, which sells an affordable small cup of coffee for $2 and a decadent pastry called a beignet. The total cost for the five of us, plus a souvenir mug, was only $25. We mentioned to Carla that we had $40 left of that day’s budget, enough to pay for her parking and for the three of us to eat dinner at a sandwich shop we’d passed the day before.

What we didn’t anticipate was that my husband’s friends, who overheard us, assumed that we are hard up for cash. “We aren’t,” my husband tried to explain. “We’re just on a budget.”

At work the next week, the friend insisted on buying lunch for my husband, still under the impression that because we are limiting our spending, we must be in financial trouble. The friend is in his mid 20s and has carried a credit card since his teens. The concept of voluntarily limiting spending has never occurred to him and his young wife, who buy nearly everything on credit.

Although our budget did cause some awkward moments, we’re laughing all the way to the bank. I just balanced my checkbook and we actually saved a small amount of money last month despite going on vacation (a challenge after grocery prices and utilities went up this summer).

I only wish I’d used the same method of paying in cash to buy Christmas presents — I’m already over budget!