In my wasted youth I was a big fan of altered states and the resulting late nights. So much so that I earned the nickname Ellis. Over time I have learned that, unless you're hoping to get lucky, nothing good happens after midnight. And more importantly, that the next day is a total loss. At some point the awareness of the price outweighs the pleasure. This is what is often referred to as "wisdom". These days, a couple of cocktails and a puff and I'm good. And as for going out, I've beaten the odds of a DUI for so long that I'd be a fool not to walk away from the table. Fortunately, my wife is somewhat of an introvert, so I get no argument from her.