Sounds like a blast, bones (only replace dancing with live Rock, I only do power ballad slow dancing...doesn't really count
). And my 'partying' limit these days is 1AM, home by 2 (and never back-to-back weekends). Then it usually takes me all of Saturday morning to recover, sipping coffee on a front porch rocker in my slippers, watching the horses and cows in silence.
The wife allows you to wear only slippers outside?
Plantar fasciitis and nasty heel spurs on *very* flat feet which were once prone to frequent acute gout attacks, abused for many years supporting a sedentary obese body. Lifestyle fixed but damage done.
Maybe nature's way of telling me that I'm getting too old to be out past midnight, standing on my feet for hours listening to live Classic Rock cover/tribute bands and/or walking a downtown/campus enjoying the nightlife. Many Saturday (or Sunday) mornings my feet can't tolerate shoes, only slippers.
The spirit refuses to accept middle-age while the body is quick to protest.