Now why would you want to dine with drunkards and other icky people when you have kids and they need to be protected from such yuckiness?!? My mother is of the mind that if you are family, you Are Welcome. Regardless. And me, G., Happy, and Pop-pops, we can't stand it. So we cloister. Flee and avoid. But at least we are together And eventually the bad people leave and we eat, even though there's a bad taste in our mouths.