Does anyone else hit that weird "social wall" exactly two hours into a massive event?

Don't get me wrong, I love a massive turnout and the energy was wild at our club event last night. But like clockwork, exactly 120 minutes in, my brain just switches off.

One minute I’m shouting over the music and laughing with a group of people, and the next I’m standing near the exit doors staring at the wall just desperate for five minutes of pure silence. How do you lot recharge your battery mid-party without looking like a total buzzkill who wants to go home early? Drop your escape tactics below.