Jack naturally took the role of dad, not with responsibility but with jokes and hysterically embarrassing flatulence. Andie was the closest thing we’d get to a mom, managing to cook and clean almost every morning because she was usually the first to rise sans headache. Douandy helplessly wandered and managed to lose his phone (twice), cigarettes, money, us, and himself, but was arguably the one having the best time. Harrison played the musically inclined DJ combined with a wild card and always happened to know where more booze was. And me, I planned it so I was fully checked into “my job is done, lets party” mode. Naturally, we fit together perfectly.