Triple J’s Hack program recently did a piece asking the question, “When are you too old to party?” You can listen to it below. Some of the people in the story stopped at 24! Weak!
I’m 32 this year, turning 33 in December. When do I think I will stop partying and clubbing? I think I’ve mentioned before that I think my body will give out before my mind does. I will stop once I can’t stay up as long as I wished to and it starts to hurt the next morning. Not that it doesn’t hurt now and again currently, but a couple of hours after I wake up I can be up for it again.
Sometimes I amaze myself with my energy and enthusiasm, and that I still haven’t got sick of listening to house and trance music. Good trance music especially is like a narcotic for me because it makes me smile.
My alcohol intake is moderate and controlled and I don’t overly rely on party drugs. So, maybe I can keep it up till I’m 40? Who knows. Many of the world’s famous DJs are still spinning past their 40s so it’s not that strange.
The question is: what does society think of a clubber who’s past his 40s? Irresponsible? Immature? If I’m a Clark Kent during the week, can’t I be PartyMan on the weekend? If I earn my own keep, have good finances and manage to save a little, what’s the harm if I don’t overdo it?
Of course, I speak like this now because I’m single and because I don’t look my age at all. I might think differently when the young girls start to think as me as that creepy old guy who still clubs and looks at them. Heh.
Maybe then I will say to myself, “Ok, that’s enough.” Then again, maybe not.
Oh and tonight I’m going to see Mark Dynamix at Ambar.