Why aren't we out partying?

I was slathering lotion on my body, getting ready to go to bed. He was fixing the router, generating a new ssid and password.

When he asked,"Why aren't we out partying?"
I said,"I am wondering the same thing myself. We're like old people, eh? But doesn't matter. I want to sleep. I am sick."

He said,"Partying sucks anyway."

I looked at him,"Whatever, good night!"

So we ended up sick, both of us. Me fixing him TCM throat remedy. Him changing all the rugs. Me buying new duvet. Him clearing all the old furnitures. Me counting threads on the new bedsheets. Him rewiring the house's network. Me picking out new curtains.
We've gone from 25 to 65.