This was years ago (at least 7). My parents are pretty chill when it comes to alcohol and drugs, and living in a country were the legal drinking age is 18, everyone starts drinking (and other illegal stuff) pretty early on.

The one rule my parents imprinted on me, besides always pouring my own drinks, was that if I was fucked up, I could always call them.

So I pulled the magic card on one of my senior farewell parties. I was fucked up, and it was totally my fault, so at 3 AM I phoned my dad. I don’t remember much about this night, but my friends (who were in the same, or worse condition than I was) and I waited for my dad on the entrance of the house. He picked us up, and I’m very bad at car rides in general, and usually get car sick, but I tried to pull it together.

My dad, being the nice guy as he is, rolled the windows down for us, dropped everyone home, and even pulled up for some of my classmates to throw up on the way to their house.

I managed to stay semi awake the whole ride, but when we got home, I couldn’t walk from the car seat to my room, so he picked me up and right then, I decided to let it all out. It was all over my dad’s shirt, our driveway, and our family car.

He carried me like a baby and dropped me in the shower. Told me to be quiet bc my mom was sleeping, and told me to go to bed after.

The next morning was hell. My head was about to pounding, my mouth was dry as a dessert, and sunlight felt like stabs in my eyes. Honestly, it was one of the worst hangovers I had in my lifetime.

I had glimpses of what happened the night before, so I rushed to the kitchen to clean the mess in the car, and driveway, but as soon as I get in, I found my dad coming from the car with cleaning supplies.

He told me he already cleaned everything up, and obviously was pissed off about the whole thing, but told me I was a funny drunk haha. Most importantly, he ordered to never mention a word of it to my mom, who apparently slept trough the whole ordeal, and was still sleeping.

I’m out of law school by this point, and we never talked about it again.

Love you daddy xoxo