Last night a set aside my knitting/spinning and went out to a bar for the first time in over 2 years. I live in a college town and all my old bar friends have graduated and moved away. It's amazing that the scene is still the same but all of my people have gone. I guess we all have to grow up someday. The music was too loud, my eyes burned from the smoke, and most of the people were obnoxious...so an hour after I'd arrived I gladly left and went home to my husband, my knitting, and lovely sleep. If nothing else I was reminded why I stopped going out and started to stay in.