<p>It’s “fun” unless it’s you getting the call that your kid is in the hospital with alcohol poisoning, or arrested (which goes on his record; my daughter’s friend was arrested for public intoxication in her junior year - so much for three years invested in a teaching degree as she will never be able to get a teaching license now). It’s “fun” unless your front yard is being used as a public toilet.
My daughter comes home every St. Patty’s Day weekend because her college town turns into a major drunkfest as well. This is a kid who is probably drinking at the moment (in Spain, on spring break, where it’s legal - she drank wine during her Italy trip over the summer because it was cheaper than softdrinks and likes it) and who serves as designated driver when going out with friends since she won’t risk ruining her chances of getting her medical license.</p>