Harsh. Taxes are a bitch.
Most of my "friends" (ie., my one friend and my brother) stay in all of the time. My brother has a fiancée and 1 year old kid at home, so I don't blame him there. And my one friend has a boyfriend and a full time job, and just barely manages to scrap by (her boyfriend doesn't work). So she's pretty limited in what she can afford to do. And I don't like going out alone, which makes "going out" kind of rough. The few people at work that I know who go out all the time are party animals, and parties just aren't my scene. Give me a couple of beers in a pub with a small group of friends (about 5-7 people) and I'm happy. I don't do well in crowds.
Four words:
Self. Lubricating. Flesh. Light.
GO GO GO GO GO GO