It’s entirely understandable that you should feel fatigued while partying. You’ve more than likely been up for 35 hours and it’s exhausting stuff remaining charismatic while still keeping up with the 1,200 beats per minute. There’s nothing better though than when you push through the tiredness, like a trooper, and come out the other end with a victorious second wind that can keep you going for another eight hours. Shit, it’s always worth a go. Or, you could bow out while you still have an ounce of decorum left. You decide.