Here's how I see it, you clowns got older and more righteous. I've witnessed it plenty. Piss on that. Talk all you want, but get your junk to the trail. You talk of the "good old days" (I wasn't party to such) but you don't show up to events. As for myself, I enjoy a good bit of debauchery while camping, so long as it doesn't reach a point of damaging someone's property.
You want to wake up and start the morning off w/cheap booze? Hell Yeah I say. I'll wake the dead w/a "It's time to effing Rave" every morning. I wake early, I have to crap you know. Night rides, I've got plenty of lights.
W/that said, I'd like to make next years Conclave, and I challenge you to come along. Give up the keyboard pounding, tell your significant other that you're busy, throw a truck together, and bring your sorry ass.