lol, nothing at all!
i'm exactly the same except I'd rather have a brew than a bottle of wine! I guessed it's just a natural part of getting older? We're married, so therefore don't need to go out on the pull (lol) and we've finally realised that it's far better to curl up on the sofa and watch mindless telly at night than to go out tramping from pub to pub.
No idea about you, but my nights out used to go like this........
Usually freezing as we NEVER EVER wore coats (even when it was minus 10 outside), waiting patiently to be served (usually an overpriced watered down version of your 2nd choice of drink- they ran out of your 1st choice) at the bar by some 18 year old brainless bint who is more than likely flirting with the sweaty oik who's stood next to you stamping on your toes and elbowing you out the way.
Then...........onto the club, where you're left with the quandary of what to do with your handbag if my some miracle they play a song you at least know (never mind like). Do you leave your drink on the table? Will it still be there on your return? Will some evil bu88er have added something to it? Oh God, is that 70's reject boogieing his way in my direction and leering? Time for a quick exit to the loo, 15 minutes later when your bladders on the point of exploding, you finally get into a cubicle. Surprise! there's no loo roll and no lock on the door, so you haveta kinda hover over the seat whilst stretching your hand towards the door hoping you'll be able to close it should someone else attempt to get in it. Wash hands afterwards, oh wow...there's ruddy toilet paper in there (so that's where it went!) sinks blocked, which is nice.
home time- standing outside the club shivering, it's now minus 15, you've got a headache and ya tummy feels iffy. Half hour later a taxi finally pick you up.......... "What???? �20 to go 2 miles up the road?!?!??"
Its all bringing