Maybe I am getting old but the idea of spending a night at a bar doesn’t appeal to me quite as much as it used to. I hate yelling in order to try to have a conversation with someone. I hate dealing with the crowds. Sure, I don’t mind it once and awhile but certainly not three times a week or more like I used to.
I much prefer having dinner with a group of friends, it’s a lot more enjoyable.
I second this…
Third. I think I was over bars by the time I turned 23. Sad. True.
It is that getting old thing. At like 22, there’s nothing better that the inconvenience of rooms full of people that serve alcohol.
