The only way I can keep alive, is if I can dance. For some reason if I'm dancing I can stay alert well into the new light of day, or afternoon, in good company. Drinking and dancing all night, keeps up the adrenalin and stops me getting tired or getting ill. Otherwise I'd be throwing up all over somebody elses lawn by now. Then there's the afternoon run to the supermarket, for a roast chicken dinner to feed everyone ..and a liberal hair. Sheesh, all weekend parties are fun. And I don't think you ever get 'too old' for fun.