I think we can all agree a bunch of people running in their undies looks a whole lot different at 30+. Do it while you’re tight and right.
Don’t technically drop the mic, because the karaoke DJ doesn’t like that, and he’ll probably have the bouncer kindly escort you out. But do sing the hell out of "Bohemian Rhapsody" even though you’re mom’s been telling you that you can’t hold a tune since age 5.
23. Call in sick to work on a Monday
... because you had wayyyyyyyyy too much fun drowning yourself in mimosas, and later, Fireball, at Sunday brunch. Your boss will probably know you’re lying, but at least you won’t be fired for smelling like whiskey.