And that was after drinking one Lite beer!
Yeah, I've had similar instances. I've always been able to sober it up before I walk in the door, and I'll hang around them for like 5 minutes and explain my night to them. This one time though, for some fucking stupid reason, I got to my door and it was locked. I was reeeeeaally drunk this night (the worst I've ever been without throwing up), so I begin what I guess was humping my door to try and get my dad's attention. First thing I do when he opens to door is trip over the doorway. He asks me "what have you been doing tonight" and I say "Dad, I just don't want to fucking talk about it–please go to bed to mom." I then passed out on my bed. Of course, they realized what I did.
They don't really care honestly, just as long as I don't drive, which I never do.