I refer to my current state of life as a"phase II party." In/right after college, I partied hard, often, and late. There was legitimately a time when we would leave the house to go down town at 11:30, and plan on getting to bars around midnight. then we'd close it down, and hopefully go home with someone, getting laid, and avoiding cab fair. Wake up, steal a bowl of lucky charms, and start walking back to find your car (hopefully). Now (especially with the baby here) with a full-time job that requires me to wake up between 5 and 6 every day, I still like to get after it a few times a week, but everything shifts up 6-8 hours. You just day-drink on weekends, or kick off the night with happy-hour at 4:30 on weeknights.. I can still be blitzed by 8:00, and but I waste less time determining who I'm trying to sleep with, and spend more time trying to convince her that our baby girl wants a brother... And I can still wake up at 5:15, shower, and feel pretty good.