Ok Nina, you know what I'm talking about when I say that you were the "responsible" one whenever we went out as teen-agers. As we were all throwing up in some corner, passed out on top of the hood of the car, or lip-locked with someone we would regret the next day, you managed to get us all home pretty close to curfew - and if not, you managed to sneak us in so we wouldn't be grounded and ruin next weekend's plans. So! As I read all these previous posts, how the hell did you become the "Wild-One"!