“You’re so poor,” my friend John, “that you can not even afford a haircut.” I covered my head and his thick head of hair with his hand, confident, and thought of a repartee. In the velvet portico of an Indian restaurant, where a laptop exhibit, more journalists have put their names on the guest list. “Well, I’m not the one with two names on the media bowl,” I said. “Or is it three?” I know not rig raffles. And I do not collect as much coupon codes as you. ” Of course nobody in his right mind would not be there. Organizers were giving away an Apple MacBook Air and several models from a new consumer credit line of Dell Inspiron and XPS notebooks. My friend John was represented there on a local computer magazine, while I was playing for the technology in our newspaper. We know each known for nearly a decade, and the mockery was still the same. “If one of us wins tonight, we sell the laptop and share the money,” suggested John. I shrugged my shoulders of either hopelessness or selfishness, maybe both. Then we started talking about fantasies and other major companies: our partners as a marketing consultant, creating a website that collected laptop coupon codes and online deals for cheap equipment, writing full time for a travel magazine and the New Orleans Hornets win the NBA Championship. (My friend is a certified Chris Paul nut-wing.) More guests arrived. Time passed. We drank more beer in sober chugs. Then a female voice called out by an executive of the organizing company and the executive went on the glittering embroidery, fabric stage. That is our cue, the buffet attack. “If we take advantage of the meal,” I muttered. Oh, how do shy! Needless to say, that the spears were beautiful, like the peppered pita bread and rice with red curry sauce. Even the Coke tasted expensive. To increase the tension of the draw, there was entertainment. Cameras flashed as Capoeira dancers boom collapsed onto the stage like a musical, then, discovered the royal red lights on the stairs, where a lady and a gentleman in salsa costumes swirled in line with the long legs of Latin percussion. Everyone clapped. Thin smoke hanging over our heads like the ghost of past events, while coupon codes flashed on plasma screens on laptop displays. A party was going on. Now when I appeared before the stars were, and the heat of the summer night was gone, a slight breeze that was brittle and replace a little dusty. This half of the world seemed quiet and live in peace. The parking lot in front was half empty. It was not very quiet. I heard the noise that came from inside, the bubblegum background, and the sound of news, took a moment to talk about the next day in many offices. “Going home tonight,” announced in a loud voice, “with a new Dell XPS M1330 is – from the New York Times, Richard stuff!” The crowd screamed and I was more than relieved to have been elected. I was sorry that neither I nor John did not win, but we had something more: friendship, and save money, passion for the coupon codes.