Well, my grandfather was a major drunk. And my grandmother, too! It was hilarious on a certain level, but then they would corner my parents and make them feel like crap for about three hours, and when my father was red-faced and ready to leave, I would start doing impressions of them. And that’s how I turned to comedy, as relief.
We want to know: Have you ever been cornered by a drunken relative (or anyone else) over the holidays? Have you witnessed another family member or friend being cornered? How have you coped?