During my first conference (ICPR 2018, Beijing), I barely slept up to 4h in one week. I tagged along for every existing and unexisting party. I used to be the best at organizing the best parties ever. I survived with barely a scratch.
I barely survived my last party in my 30s. I drank too much several days in a row and slept a total of 7h in 4 long days. The sofa was my best friend, and “churros” with chocolate at 4am do great. I never thought that time would come. I thought I was something else than just a mortal. We age, this is inevitable, but nobody can take away the good times we had! (¡que nos quiten lo bailao!)