this year was a lot of fun. I decided that this year I wasn't going to join my comrades in moaning about my advanced age -- instead, I was going to visit the events, stay up late, party to the extent possible, wake up early, and in general remain fervently active.
And I did. I was actually pretty surprised at how well I did -- as well as ever, in my estimation. I was pretty beaten up afterward, and I'm only now returning to operational status, but that was how it used to be, too.
I think that the distinction is that we just don't usually want it as badly. We're adults, and we've gotten used to the idea that there are other conventions, and we don't have to struggle to squeeze the last drop of entertainment from the con. We'll see these people again in a month, and do it all again.
Perfectly valid, perfectly reasonable. But I still had fun doing it the other way, and I heartily recommend it, if for no other reason than to recapture that feeling of seeing the sun rise at a convention, knowing that you'll regret it, but at this very moment you're here, and so are your friends, and you've all survived another day.