Rockstar-turned-agony uncle Andrew WK knows it. "When it's time to party, we will party hard," and all that.
However, as you turn into a late-thirties curmudgeon, like me, you notice that when other people are having parties and you're not, it grates a lot.
You start asking yourself why they can't keep the bloody noise down, it's nearly eleven o'clock, and other things your eighteen-year-old self would weep at hearing.
