"Dad, can you come get me?"
Grumble, grumble, "Who is this?"
"me. your daughter"
"I thought Lori was your designated driver"
"I think she ditched me, and then Julie Heiden and her husband said they would bring me home but we just got to their truck and someone broke into it --they have to stay and wait for the police."
Muffled sounds of man telling woman that their offspring might be a complete idiot.
"Allright, I'm on my way."
Umm....if you would have told me on the night of graduation that this conversation would take place on the evening (uh, morning after) of my 20 year high school reunion I would not have believed you....because I could never have conceived that my parents would let me stay out that late.