Letting my hair down

I'm entertaining a visitor at home. She's been here since Friday and will be staying for 2 weeks on a working trip at the uni. She's a fun person to be with although i reckon she's a bit older than me. I almost forgot what it is like to let my hair down. Living and breathing PhD has made me lose touch with the outside world somewhat. I just work-work-work, whether I'm working efficiently or not is another matter. I often wondered whether it is healthy for me to be this way. The visitor said that maybe i am the way that I am, because I do not have the 'right' people to chill out. Here, the only person that I know who has my 'drop everything and let go' streak is my Saudi housemate, A. The problem with hanging out with A is that I can only do it once in a while. This is mainly due to my just enough monthly allowance vs hers. It's just arithmetic, £435 of mine vs. £600-800 of hers, so go figure. Last week, after the unsatisfying meeting with BB1, I had to get away. Found myself with A, we had orange/mango/guava + pina colada smoothie with jacket potato + cheese and onion potato skin at the funky juice shop in town (the only hip but tame place - in this wee town of mine- but it'll do). For all that, it costs us £12- and it's not even a full meal. I am thinking of whisking myself away on a weekend retreat after the presentation. Here's hoping somebody would join me.