'I'm Not Your Mate'

Typed in 'Drunk Dad' and this came up, thought it was fitting. (Note: My Dad is never this bad; i'm ever so slightly exaggerating)

So the Father turned 60 on Saturday, and we marked the occasion with an appropriately named 'Buss Pass Party'. Booze on tap, which my Dad took full advantage of, great for him, not so good for me. I had my own friends there; luckily they're close friends, so they took my Dad's drunkenness in its stride.
I had to avoid being dragged onto the dance floor the whole night, apart from when The Kinks came on when in my slightly pissed state, i was tempted to dance on my own. Thank God i didn't.
I spent most of the night playing 'hostess' and sneaking out with friends for a well needed dose of nicotine.
I also had to do a short speech where i basically took the piss out of him for being so old, (i thought i'd do it now while i could get away with it). One guest mistook my nervousness for 'emotion'; clearly hasn't heard about me having a heart of stone.

But the ultimate worst part of the night was when my Dad had a go at my best friend's boyfriend for not addressing him properly and instead calling him 'mate'. 'No, No, No, No (he tends to repeat himself when pissed, like Jim) I'm Not Your Mate'. He then went on to lecture him about respecting his elders. (he's 24). The mother was pulling him away on one side and i stepped in the middle of the two guys, (made me feel like i was breaking up a fight, not that i ever could without dying myself). It was horrific! I gave him a bottle of wine to say sorry.

I ignored both the parents all of yesterday, needed some time alone after all that, they don't seem to understand the concept of 'space'. Downloaded music instead.
I might just start on the ridiculously large stock pile of alcohol we have left. . . . (Contrary to the posts on this blog, i'm not a piss head i swear)