I typically call it “amateur night” as far as going out applies.
I’ll go to a jamband show, or a psychedelic trip, but not just to a bar.
I seek meaningful over the party. I might be a wet blanket.
I was sick last night, so my sweetie and I just talked on the phone. last year, he was driving home through a blizzard, with a wrecked car, and we stayed on the phone talking as I checked road conditions and snow accumulations and road camera ahead of him. 13 hour call, in two pieces, with 30 min for him to recharge his earpiece.
The year before, he’d gotten bumped from a corporate gig, so we spent the evening in bed.
next year, I’d like to be able to have us someplace warm to celebrate, but we are so busy at this time of year, and you must make hay and retirement savings while the sun shines.
So maybe rolling a proud in bed, and giving him the itinerary for an island trip.