I recall the days I was the sober one of the crowd. Pouring them all into the vehicle when it was time to leave was the most challenging part.
They don’t appreciate the Designated Driver!
“Why did you let her take me to her room?” -idiot I was chaperoning.
“You insulted me the last time. So, you paid for it.” -my deadpan response.
Always appreciate the one who has the power of shame over you..
..they never did.