Strangely impressed with myself tonight.
December is always an expensive month, that's no secret. Extra expensive for me this year because my cousin Loren is getting married on New Years Eve, and that's costing me a fair chunk of pennies. I hate being broke.
Tonight was my friends 23rd birthday. We went to hibachi for dinner. I was literally a penny pincher at that place. Ordered iced tea instead of alcohol, and got just chicken (instead of steak, shrimp, or anything else expensive). But that isn't what impressed me.
Everyone went out to a bar afterwards. Naturally I would have loved to gone. I don't want to be home at 11pm on a Friday night, sitting alone in my basement, writing a blog. That's pathetic.
But, as I said before, I'm broke. And this bar had a cover charge. And drinks are probably unreasonably expensive. So, like a big boy, I passed, and saved my wallet probably 75-100 dollars. Now I get to watch survivor re-runs on DVD while all my friends have a blast in Old Bridge -- whereas old me (and by that, I mean younger me) wouldn't have even thought about his financial situation, would have just gone to the bar and spent an inordinate amount of money, and in a few days would have complained about how broke he really was.
I miss old me. Growing up sucks.
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