I'm gonna take a hard pass on that. These days, petting my dog counts as partying. I have turned into a wimp. Knees have been FUBAR since I was 19, back since I was 36, and had my right hip replaced at 54, left at 59. I am hoping not to NEED any more surgeries for the rest of my life. Don't count the epidurals and ablations that quiet down the sciatic nerves. Next epidural is the 26th.There is a saying...
Fall down, and an acquaintance will help you up.
Fall down, and your good friend will laugh at you and help you up.
Fall down, and your BEST friend will laugh at you and while helping you up, ask, "Walk much, dumb@$$??"
I wanna party with @swampratt someday....
Doc who got my wife walking again nearly 20 years ago told me, on the back, there was a 50% chance he could fix it, and a 50% chance he would make it worse. He didn't like those odds, and neither did I. The epidurals and ablations help, but nothing is going to fix it.