Of course, if you're still living with your parents then I'm guessing you're probably not old enough to drink yet.
I'm actually 24, and the drinking age here is 18. Well that's actually just the age at which you can legally buy alcohol. The law says anyone aged 5 or over can legally drink alcohol. Also the concept of 'dry counties' is a strange and alien concept to us, you generally never get asked for ID if you look over 25, and in all of Europe we're second only to Russia when it comes to instances of cirrhosis of the liver with doctors now reporting cases in people as young as 22.
You Americans clearly did not take after us when it comes to drinking. Possibly for the best considering. The continental Europeans are the social drinkers, we're the binge drinkers.
I've just taken a very long time with the whole moving out thing. I'm also not a big drinker, relaxing for me tends to entail listening to my music collection and getting my words out on forums like this.
But, well the final developments for the night.
After dad left the house his final words were "You'll miss me when I'm gone". The next we heard of him was from our grandma after she'd got home. While trying to go to sleep she was woken by my dad, on her side door porch. Now don't ask me how since I have absolutely no idea myself, but despite leaving our house sober and with no money, he was now stinking drunk and had somehow come into the possession of a knife. After a confused conversation where he rambled about being kicked out of the house, being homeless, and making vague threats about harming himself, my grandma became tired of listening to him and just left him to his own devices. He said something about going to a friend's house, and wobbled off.
Grandma was fully unharmed and phoned my mum about the strange incident, after which my mum was rightly worried that in his warped state of mind he may end up coming home. The idea of a crazy drunk guy with a knife suddenly wanting to come back in had me pretty worried too, and we were both worried for our own safety for a while.
As it turns out though, he did end up going to his friend's house and ended up a drunk wreck on her sofa. Said friend has seen him in such a state before, got the knife off him, and he'll be staying there tonight. So we've sent another friend around to deliver his prescription medication and his reading glasses to him so he's got no immediate reason to come home.
Suffice it to say after all this, the separation is now effectively finalized. Everyone involved is going to try and get him to go to the council and declare himself homeless.
It's been interesting.