I never minded looking after falling-down drunk kids in college. It's a maternal instinct. I felt better knowing that, know matter how many porcelain gods they prayed to the next morning, they'd made it safely into a bed with a bottle of water in their system. That being said... I do not like exercising this skill on my father at 3 in the morning. I miss my mother more and more every day.
As I told a friend of mine the "morning after"(OK, the "afternoon after") once - "Getting shitfaced drunk and waking up on the floor of the bathroom the next morning is borderline cool when you're twenty. When you're forty, it's pretty sad." Feel free to let your father know that, too. Lex
