I did not attend the 1,000-hour gathering with my coworkers today. I slept instead. My energy levels have been low. For whatever reason, I find the commute to the city and the 10+-hour days taxing in a way that years ago I wouldn’t have. Tuesday evening at the SF Connect party I felt dizzy and queasy and had to find a wall to lean against. (No, I’m not pregnant yet. Just wrung out.)

Here’s the thing: I’m nearly twice as old as my colleagues, and some pastimes just do not appeal. The plan for today was to meet in Sunnyvale for lunch, then do a pub crawl through downtown Sunnyvale, and then hop on the Drink Train (a social gathering on Caltrain where people bring alcohol to imbibe and share) up to San Francisco. I don’t drink much, and an afternoon of ingesting booze doesn’t appeal, especially since my energies are focused on trying to get pregnant.

I don’t think it’s just age that plays a part, though, at least in my case. I never found the bar scene very appealing, and I rarely went out drinking. Whereas it’s a common weekend activity for lots of folks, I’d go once a year, if that. I’m not against drinking; I just prefer to indulge at home occasionally, or at dinner with friends in their homes. If I meet friends at a pub, it’s not for drinking as a marathon activity. For me, drinking alcohol is usually an accompaniment to activity and not the focal point.

In any event, I imagine they had fun. I sure hope they did. We’ve all busted our butts since January — 1,000 hours down, only 700 more to go!