When Saturday Night Fever (the R version, I’m sure) was showing at the local drive-in, I made plans to go with some buddies of mine. At the last minute, I found out I had to watch the kid brother (he would have been about 8 at the time, I was 16 or 17). So instead of staying at home, we took him with us to the drive-in - the deal was he wouldn’t tell the parents where we had been (or the fact that we were drinking at the drive-in) and he would get whatever he wanted from the concession stand. As far as I know, Mom and Dad never found out. At least I never heard from them about it.
Then there was the time in high school where I was going to play cards and drink beer with my buddies one Saturday night - and the “you have to watch your brother tonight” scenario hit again. So Mom and Dad left and we moved the card game to our house. Brother is downstairs watching TV and all is well until the beer ran out and we raided an open bottle of my dad’s lime vodka. Brother calls up my parents and rats me out and then hands the phone to me. Not pretty. The night ended with me threatening to kill him and him hoping the parents got home before I could make good on the threat.
Somehow we all survived.
Then there was the time in high school where I was going to play cards and drink beer with my buddies one Saturday night - and the “you have to watch your brother tonight” scenario hit again. So Mom and Dad left and we moved the card game to our house. Brother is downstairs watching TV and all is well until the beer ran out and we raided an open bottle of my dad’s lime vodka. Brother calls up my parents and rats me out and then hands the phone to me. Not pretty. The night ended with me threatening to kill him and him hoping the parents got home before I could make good on the threat.
Somehow we all survived.