Going Back in Time

So I thought living with my parents would be awesome? Particularly when my dad told me that he would be my taxi all summer. But as it turns out, not so much. My mom is a wee bit paranoid and EXTREMELY worried about my reputation in this small town. She is "concerned" and "doesn't want my to become a bar fly." My sister made the excellent point that apparently according to my mother going out and drinking with other people is a lot worse than drinking at home, alone. I'm feeling a little bit like a 14 year old, like my mom is going to enforce a curfew pretty soon, or maybe tell me that I can't go out. And after that? I'll be grounded.