No more just doing your own thing on those days, now it’s, “Breakfast at your parents, then Christmas dinner at mine. Oh, and we have to drive three hours to see my great aunt tomorrow who you’ve never met, but that’s the holidays, right?”
You used to want to vacation somewhere that was rocking and rolling and full of youths like yourselves. Now all you want is a comfortable room in a modest hotel at reasonable prices, preferably in the quiet side of town. Oh, and wine. Lots of wine.