Parents got home tonight. They were exhausted, as it was about 5am for them, so they went to bed pretty quick.
I showed them the damage to the car, and explained what happened. They took it extremely well--better than I even imagined, let alone hoped.
As usual, they came bearing gifts. For me, it was the usual collection of UK computer magazines, which tend to come with CDs full of software, some of which is actually useful. (Incidentally, I now have an extra SP2 CD--Liz, still need it for your sister's box? Anybody else want one, especially if you're on the wrong end of a slow net connection?) They gave my brother a Manchester United jersey, which he loved--not because he's a fan of soccer, but because it's so random that he'll confuse everybody at school, especially one of his friends who's from Britain.
In other news...My Chemical Romance - I'm Not Okay
is a good song, but I won't paste the lyrics here--they're too repetitive even for me to paste into an LJ entry, and its excellence lies in its sound, not its lyrics.