Why do some people think rushing is going to be a fun experience?

I’ve realized today why I hate going out with people on so call fun excursions. Family and friends like to pack in so many things in an outing that they take the fun out of going out. Then they complain that I never like to go out. On the contrary, I do like to go out. I simply don’t always like to go out with them because it feels more like a marathon than a relaxed outing.
I always tell my husband, tomorrow will get here the same time like it does everyday. And if it doesn’t than you won’t care.
Am I wrong in believing that going out for a good time shouldn’t involve having to look at your watch every few minutes to see if you need to hurry things along so you can get to the next location?
He’s gotten better but seems like everyone else around me is getting worse.