Now that's a garnish!
Also, my parents went to Vegas when it was being billed as a family tourist destination, and I was a teen. They sort of wanted me to go, but I was so not into it. I took it as my opportunity to get insanely shit faced on drugs back home. I had a really bad trip, had a strait edge friend drive me home, gouged my contacts out while terrified I would pull out my eye sockets, locked myself in my bedroom (my bedroom had a lock thank god) and had to check my stereo every 5 minutes because I was sure I had it on and turned to full volume even though it was off. Also, I had a poster of two groovy kids from the 60's over my bed, and they kept leaning out of the poster and learing at me accusingly. I was also convinced the family dog wanted to eat me (hence the locked bedroom door). My parents came home from Vegas that night, and I sat up terrified that they'd force their way into my locked bedroom and find me tripping out, strung out, with my pupils dialated. I'd also had a party at the house a few days earlier which I cleaned up from so well they never knew.
Translation: what you do while your parent's are in Vegas stays something they don't know happened while they were away in Vegas.