Saying No to Myself

I hate saying No to my friends and family. I really hate swaying No to myself. But sometimes, that’s what has to happen.
Every summer, my husband and I go to the local Renaissance Faire. It runs three weekends in August, and we try to go twice. For just the two of us, its not that expensive.
This year, we have my 19y/o cousin for the summer. During August, her best friend will be visiting as well, and we decided we wanted to be able to take them with us.
Last year, Groupon came out with a half off ticket deal for the Faire, and I assumed we’d use that again to afford two weekends for four at the same price we used to get two weekends for two. And I was right, the Groupon came out. However, this year it turned out to be hugely popular, and by the time I got everything organized for what weekends we were going to attend (they were selling separate coupons for the first weekend vs the 2nd & 3rd weekends), the Groupons had sold out.
DH and I sat down and looked at it. We still wanted to go for two weekends, but going from just over $60 to $120 is just not in the budget, or at least wouldn’t really leave us with any spending money for Faire food and souvenirs.
So, we said no my cousin and no to ourselves. We will go one weekend instead of two. And you know what, we’ll all be fine.