At what age did you stop 'partying'?

I never partied.

About 24.

The tenant across from me parties every weekend. Comes home from the bar at 3 and plays music and parties with people in their late 20’s until the 7 in the morning. He’s 40. I swear he does coke.

That sucks! Do you think you could talk with him and let him know his late night jams are disturbing the peace and kindly tone it down? It could work for you to do so or it could back fire and become worse. If he breaks bad just call the police.

I rented a room in a house a kid from high school owned and after 3 months of non-stop Megadeath, Motorhead, Metallica and stepping over passed out partiers on my way out the door to go to work…I just moved out.

Maybe 22 or so

I’m not much of a partier. My husband had never stopped, though he goes through phases where he’ll back off for a few months at a time.

29 when I met my current husband. He was a recovering alcoholic so I had to choose between partying and him. Easy decision. Never once regretted it.

I can’t pinpoint an exact moment. I just kind of tapered off the older I got. Of course, having children didn’t help. I can remember (several times) waking up the next morning thinking that it wasn’t worth it anymore. I guess I just finally believed it. I would say I was done with partying on a regular basis by the time I was in my mid thirties but I still have not totally excluded it from my life.

I’ll let you know.

I never enjoyed it, and got brave enough to say so at about 21.

I did most of my partying before being of legal age. Nothing wrong with a little loud music and drinking once in awhile.

Never did that.

Didn’t do it that much anyway but having children certainly put a stop to it. On the rare occasions that I have overindulged, the hangover with children made it so not worth it.

April 22, 1986. I got sober.

About 24. It began to get in the way of other things at that point. I was into biking, canoeing, sailing, windsurfing, scuba diving and travel. Sleeping all day and hangovers are not conducive to those activities. The night people and the day people were different as well. Also, about this time, the local drug trade, including grass and coke—an integral part of the disco scene I was into at the time—had been taken out of the hands of the local high-school and college crowd and into those of the Columbia cartel out of Miami. Thus, guns were involved and people were showing up dead. So, I found my self living a double life. The night people were much different than the day people, but the day people were more positive, had more fun, and lived longer. I chose the day people.

I still partied a little until about 30 years of age, but then I went to Europe, met a nice lady who enjoyed quiet dinner parties and culture, and my days of partying were finished for good. I’ve since run into people from my partying days—those who lived through it—and, except for a few, they did not do well at all.

I probably have had 30 nights drinking in my entire life. Maybe 4 or 5 I actually was drunk (more than one drink). I’ve never done any drugs.

I used to go out almost every week, usually I went to dance clubs, and I’m going to assume for this Q that going out dancing counts. I started to clubbing at age 16.

I went out less when I started working more than full time hours, and at the same time my husband and I were in our second year of dating and we just weren’t going out as much. I was around 24 years old. We still went out, but more like once every couple of months.

I would say going out dancing really died off when we moved to Raleigh, NC. We went out a couple of times and almost everyone was college age and the music was almost all hip hop. I was 31 then I think.

I went to a bar after work every night for a brief period in my 20s. I stopped when one of my friends (who had been put in taxi to be sent home but had the taxi driver drive her to her car) wrapped her MG around a pole and died.

I have no problem staying out all night and drinking with friends or family once in a while. (Usually when getting together with my cousins and we’re out in the country. Having a bonfire/playing guitar and singing) But, this guy does it every weekend.

Around 23 when I landed my first real career, I had been winding down for years at that point though. I did my party thing in high school

I should clarify that when I was going out almost every week, it was just one a week.

I completely skipped that phase of my life. I had no interest in it.

I pretty much had one g/f or another from middle school on up. The guys who went out and “partied” were, in all honesty, hoping to meet women. I always already had one and there was nothing more enjoyable than the two of us eating at a restaurant or staying home alone watching TV on the couch, or watching each other in bed.

I was never very into it. I probably stopped going to parties around 22 or 23. 16–18 is when I did it the most, but even then, I was really shy and introverted. It was hard most of the time for my friends to convince me to go, and now I think it would be impossible. However, if it was a bonfire with a small group of friends and a bit of drinking, that I would be into. I love being in nature, especially at night if the stars are out.

I never like partying, or “partying” the way you define it. I get overwhelmed by the party crowd easily. Sure, I can talk to stranger easily, but only in a small crowd, with a limited number of people. Parties are such a mixed bag. I can’t get to talk to anyone properly. I prefer small parties, with little or no music and few people but everyone being able to talk.

I used to like going out and dancing. I find rooms with people just talking and drinking stressful. I stopped when I moved to Norway 13 years ago. I was 34.

That part of your life is suppose to stop?

Yolo, people, yolo…

Or in the Latin, carpe diem!

In my early 20s. Even though I often went to nightclubs up until that time, they weren’t ever my favourite places. I’d always preferred settings where you can actually talk to people. I might still stay out late, but it wasn’t in a club. And then I had children and I went to bed as early as I could.

Late 20’s early 30’s for the going to bars. I stopped partying at home after I found out I fell face-first into the crotch of a female guest. She didn’t get upset, in fact, she thought it was funny. I stopped even wanting to party with others after that.