I always go out almost all weekends of April until August. Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. Okay, Wednesday isn't technically a weekend but I'll count it still. I loved my Friday night outs and being with my friends because those were the only times that we could see each other as most of them has work during the weekdays. I always look forward to the weekends not because it's the weekend and it means days-off from work (cos I don't have work!) but because I will get to be with my friends and eat and drink out with them.
It has been 8 weeks now, 8 straight weekends that I'm at home by my lonesome while my friends do their thing. 8 weeks that I haven't seen a single friend except for Apple who I met up with twice. 8 weeks that I haven't eaten any fastfood (or any other food except for homemade dish) except for the one time I bought fries and Twister wrap from KFC. 8 weeks of being sober except for the one time where I drank 3 glasses of Absolut, 1 glass of Alize and 1 shot of Cuervo during my friend's birthday celebration and the last time where my cousin and I downed 1 bottle of vodka. 8 weeks of being in the 4 corners of our house except for some days that I have to go out and attend a job interview and even then, I go straight home right after and times when I go to the mall to pay my bill and one time when I attended a friend's birthday party. 8 weeks of being broke. So yes, that is the main reason why I'm under house arrest and why I missed and is still missing out on lunch out, dine out or hanging out with friends, and all other social gatherings.
It's not at all bad and I am not complaining about money matters anymore, I am doing things to earn and I'll leave it at that. I am just saying that I miss how my weekends used to be. A glass or two, good food, good company, good conversations, good night, good life.