I'll be no good then, I'm of that age where a cup of tea and a night in front of the TV beats a night out drinking.
Don't get me wrong, if you invite me for a night out, I'll come, when it's organised I'll be up for it, I'll spend all day planning what I'll wear (it'll be jeans and a black t-shirt BTW) but when it comes to getting ready to actually go out, I'll sit on the edge of the bed getting dressed, then I'll accidentally lay down for a bit, and contemplate my life choices and why I agreed to go out anyway, and wish I could just call the whole thing off and get into my nice warm bed, and snuggle up with my doggies!