Triple J’s Hack program recently did a piece asking the question, “When are you too old to party?” Some of the people in the story stopped at 24! Weak! ðŸ˜›
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.