If you want to know what spending a week at a skydiving boogie feels like you need merely take all your money out of the bank and burn it. Then snort the ashes into your nose and mouth, throw yourself down the stairs a couple times and then drink until you pass out in the yard in a pile of dirty clothes.
You'll feel just like you spent the weekend boogieing, without all the hassle of traveling to a dropzone and doing that skydivin' and partying stuff.
I resolve to never make resolutions. My sins are all pleasurable, my virtues impeccable. I love animals, small children and I am never cruel to someone unless it is absolutely necessary. I smoke too much and occasionally over-medicate. Saints however, are tedious people, humorless and lacking in imagination. I have no intention of ever becoming one.