On a Friday night, you are likely to find me at work drinks in the office, having chipped in $5 for a bottle of wine. After that, there’s a 50% chance you’ll find me at a bar in the city with colleagues. It is equally possible you’ll find me at home in my pyjamas, watching terrible TV and eating leftovers, or talking life with my best friend or boyfriend.
That latter scenario becomes about 95% likely on a Saturday. While I love being around people, I’m just far too cheap to go out for some drinks – I’d much rather share a $16 bottle of wine at home, or not drink at all.
I threw caution to the wind last night and went out to dinner and the bars with some colleagues-now-friends. It was a ridiculously fun night. We ate amazing Mexican food and shared great wine. We had tequila that didn’t burn because we aren’t students. We danced until we couldn’t, and then stayed for one more.
Then I checked my bank cards this morning and saw this night cost me a cool $180.
I am so thankful this is a rarity for me. I can’t imagine how damaging having a Friday and Saturday night every week looking like this – on so many levels. Not only is it so expensive and has a terrible effect on your back pocket, it also has a terrible effect on your concept of fun. Being carefree at the bars and paying for rounds and enjoying nice wine is all great. But so is wine and a nicely cooked dinner at home. And so is just having one drink. And so is a long walk, or netflix, or a book, or going to your parents’ house. Money doesn’t buy happiness, but if you choose to define happiness by events that cost you, you trick yourself into thinking it does.
I had so much fun last night. I felt happy to be included, and to be surrounded by truly good friends. I would 100% do it again. But I’m happy with my once every two month schedule of a decadent $180 night.