Clone Wars premiere, or how ruin everyone's evening

Tonight was the long awaited season premiere of Clone Wars. It's all my son and his friends have talked about for weeks. The plan was to have Logan's friends come over for a watching party while his dad took care of the kids while I went to help a friend with flowers for a wedding. When I went to pick up C., he reeked of booze, his speech with thick, his eyes totally bloodshot and he was in his trademarked "I haven't been to bed yet (or very little) I'm still drunk from last night" uber nasty mood. The ride to my house was predictable in it's events.

About 30 minutes into the festivities, the father of one child pulled me aside. "What's going on with him, he looks different, he sounds different, his eyes are different?" This was from someone who has heard the dreary details of this man's life, but had never experienced the train wreck first hand. I replied: "you know what's going on, you've just never had the pleasure before." He stated that he wasn't comfortable leaving his son in C'.s care. Well, who the fuck would be? So, here I sit....blowing off my commitment to my friend (luckily she's understanding), waiting for the fucking clone wars to be over and the kids to get picked up by their families.

Please have the decency to be ashamed of yourself.