Here I am, up again at 6:30 after being woken up at 4am by my wife. A friend of the family went to the Madison riots.. I mean Halloween party down on State St. His friends ditched him and he was drunk off his ass. Who does he call? Not his own parents, but mine. Since it would take them like 2 hours to get up here (they drive slow), they call me and ask me to go get him. I tried talking to him on his cell phone, but at 4am, I don't understand drunk talk very well. I finally drove down there and found him (it was surprisingly easy.. only drunk left at 4:30am).
Sigh.. I guess I finally come full circle and become a responsible adult.