No, I don't favor primitive accommodations, and attending a spectacle of a bunch of men my age acting out like we were still frat boy stallions. But it is really more a matter of aesthetics. Nothing more I assure you, except of course I haven't been invited anyway.
Too bad. I hear they bellow praises to the pagan god Molloch, dance wildly around owl statues and big bonfires, engage in orgies with CIA mind-controlled sex slaves, and other similar eccentric elite proclivities. Of course, if you had attended and broke your blood oath of secrecy about it, you might be taking that trip down the river Styx sooner than you wish. So, by all means. keep it to yourself. LOL.