My version of this is that I've had more fun than any random other three blokes.
As a once a year, fly in, kind of bloke, I've previously tried to drink and smoke and fornicate as much as possible. In LOS and elsewhere.
It turns out that humans are not super-human, in my case, Stroke, Heart and Cancer have caught up to me and whilst I'm surviving, if I were to go to a girly bar, it'd be for 1 beer and a cuddle, perhaps some ant-egg soup, from a stool and pot stall, outside in the gutter at 2 a.m..