I learned a new story about my dad today.
Back in the 60s his friend Jim came to see him in Detroit. Dad took Jim to a party thrown by a group of nurses because “You can get as drunk as you want, they’ll take care of you and you’ll get home safe.” On the walk over Dad decided he would use an Australian accent all night long. They got to the party an at some point Dad disappearred. For whatever reason it was 2 years before they spoke again and the first thing Dad said when he called Jim to catch up was “Hey, so I got home alright.”