Really it’s #4.
Happiness is dinner with friends who you haven’t hung out with much lately because they’ve hit a really good spell in their relationship and have been too busy being happy just with one another’s company. Dinner and wine and whiskey and Snoop Dawg. And at the end of the night when you pass the greatly-dreaded RB cops, they pull the guy in front of you over for driving slow and a little bit over the lines– saving you from the terror you have of local police, who are power-hungry douches. Sorry man in a pickup. Thank heaven for nights out with friends!