Am I a buzz-kill for hating happy hour?
Even when I had a job that made me miserable, I HATED happy hour. There is just something incredibly depressing about it to me. I’m 1) not interested in drinking at 5:30 p.m. any more, 2) not really into getting stuck being hungry somewhere with crappy food.
Basically I need to turn down another invitation without seeming like a judge-y asshole.
Goal: Make at least one new friend whose idea of happy hour is like, yoga and tea.
Tumblr text post diarrhea, sorry.