As the host of many high school parties where there were no cell phones, I mourn for the youth. The lessons you learn during unsupervised intoxicated adolescence cannot be understated. Did people sometimes go to the hospital? Sure. But the satisfaction of answering the door at 11pm with a shirt-turban wrapped around your head flanked but two girls laughing their asses off and finding your best friend's disciplinarian father standing there...priceless.