My boyfriend went out one night in town, I didn't go because I was working at 6am the next morning.
He normally gets ****** and falls asleep in clubs by about half 12.
Woke me up coming in at 4am, massive grin on his face (along with the usual bucket of KFC chicken that he always buys when drunk and never eats), telling me that they'd ended up at a silent disco and it was the absolute best night of his life, he'd never had such a good night out, I should be so gutted I wasn't there, etc.
Me being woken up and having to get up in about 45 mins anyway, wasn't in my best of moods and told him to **** off. But tbf I was just jealous, I'd wanted to go to one for ages, still do!