Meh. I've gone full circle. I went to kiddie parties, to adult parties. To fucking throwing shit off the roof, crashing cars, and having friends get hit by trains. I went so extreme I ended back up where I started.
Its the little things. Sure getting hammered and chaos is fun, but eventually you learn to really appreciate the little things in life.
Like cake. And ice cream. And people loving you. And blowing out candles.