I was named after the woman who hosted a Valentine's Day party, where my parents first met.
They each had gone with different dates.
My mom stumbled down the last two stairs coming down from the bathroom (she wasn't drinking, per my mom and I am inclined to believe her as her idea of a party is a glass of Manischewitz wine) and...
...my dad caught her.
My mom's date had too much to drink, so my dad drove her home.
I never did hear what happened to my dad's date.
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~Anya~
Democracy Dies in Darkness
~Washington Post
"...I'm deeply concerned by recently adopted policies which punish children for their parents’ actions ... The thought that any State would seek to deter parents by inflicting such abuse on children is unconscionable."
UN Human Rights commissioner