We got back home and immediately the bottle came out. Chris and Tim left for the bar downtown. Tony and Tyler ordered a pizza, not able to wait for dinner. Dinner was served and done with, the food put away, the dishes done. Two hours later, the boys lurched through the door, enter the kitchen and ask "where the dinner is." Lisa tells them the food is in the fridge if they want to heat it up. The two of them make their plates full and proceed to chow down, stand up, take their drinks and go to the garage to smoke, leaving all of the stuff out and their empty dishes on the table like the maid was going to clean up after them.

Chris came in a few times, largely long enough to begin the same question session that he started in the car earlier, asking how far Lima was. I repeated what I had said earlier. He then tells me that he wants to see what kind of things are going on there. I tell him "there's nothing you need to worry about going on there." "Like you would know." Like I want to drive your inebriated carcass anywhere. He goes to the kitchen where he absconds with a bottle (which we didn't discover til later) and returns to the garage and the smoke parlor.

We largely ignored them, with everyone preparing for bed.Tim comes in and goes upstairs to the extra room. Mom goes out to the garage and finds Christopher passed out on the table. She spends a good fifteen minutes trying to rouse him before he finally wakes enough to throw up loudly and stumble back into the house in the bed she made for him. Another 'productive' night.

The next day mother gets into a discussion with Chris about how disappointed she is with their behavior. He is able to refrain from drinking til getting drunk for the remainder of the day, until later that night. At least they left for home finally. It was time for them to go.