I'm lame and old and proud of it

I've been called lame and old a lot in the last couple days all in relation to my New Year's Eve plans. I don't care because I had a damn good time.
After paying our best wishes to Sam and Dov at the Imperial a few of us headed to a mellow condo party to drink Shiraz. Several younger bucks were trying to convince us to go out clubbing, something I rarely do on a normal night let alone NYE when everything is more expensive. These young bucks called us old and lame.
When I talked of how my night went when I arrived at work, I was again called old. At least I made it until past midnight -- apparently the only person in my office to do so.
So even if it makes me old and lame, I like condo parties and really enjoy Shiraz.