Hmmm...
Winter 1995: I was 19 at the time, and in college at Southeast Missouri State University. My roommate's brother came down for the weekend. We went to Applebee's that Saturday night and proceeded to drink...a lot. I didn't want his brother driving us home b/c he was drunk...and the campus was about 2 miles from Applebee's. So, I decided to walk. My roommate joined me. We stopped at a gas station on the way back and bought more alcohol...and proceeded to drink that up as we headed back to campus. We got back to campus, and IIRC, my roommate proceeded to roll down Cardiac Hill (a large hill/walkway on campus that is on a 45 degree angle). We got back up to our room and discovered that our friend's parents were also down for the evening. Several of us on the floor were a pretty tight-knit group at the time, so if you came down to spend time with your child, you wound up with 6 or 7 more hanging around. My roommate said his hellos and quickly went to bed. I decided to hang out for a bit.
Melissa's mom (in that mom voice): "Terry, were you guys drinking?"
Syc (looks guilty): "Ummm...yeah."
Melissa's mom (still in mom voice): "Now you weren't driving too, were you?"
Syc: "Oh no! We walked all the way home from Applebee's! I swear!"
Melissa's mom: "Okay then."
Then there was the time we drove 30 miles just to get alcohol, but I'll save that for another post.
