3. Going to your friends’ homes for dinner instead of making reservations and going outYou just don’t care anymore about restaurants and when they opened and their menu tutorials, and you become enraged when these places present you with $200 checks but don’t take credit cards. Oops, sorry! We’re cash only. There’s an ATM four blocks away. Hanging out on a Saturday night and ladling food from your friends’ crockpot into a bowl and drinking endless glasses of wine before walking around the corner back home to bed fills me with relief and happiness. It also fills me with wine.
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