The lovely couple arrived to a beautiful spring day around 6-ish on Wednesday. After a 5 hour drive, they were glad to have some time out of the car to relax. They also brought wine.





Which we soon partook in.



Brendan preferred to show the both of us up by using his Canadian Jesus skills...



...by summoning wine out of thin air.

Now, these kids have helped Your Humble Narrator through a lot of the tough times I've had as of late, so, not only did I offer them a place to crash, I promised to give them a home-cooked meal of EPIC PROPORTIONS(!!!) to show my gratitude.





And here it is. Considering the amount of food I cooked (and considering I was already 3 glasses of wine and 1 beer in), I'm rather proud of myself.



And here is the aftermath.



Lindsay said, and I quote, "If I wasn't taken, and happily so, that was a meal worth fucking you for."

Just goes to show how much a gal can appreciate a guy who can cook for her.





Guitar Hero was also had, and the Dynamic Duo spent quite of a bit fingering their frets.

And playing Guitar Hero. *rimshot*

While I played a little, I mostly stayed on the sidelines...





...further proving I most definitely do not have an addictive personality.



Dual of the tongues, so to speak.



Being about 2 bottles of white wine in between the three of us, I became Mr. Anthropologist, noting how a drunk Canadian can become both bitey...



...and flat-out borderline cannibalistic.



She likes the nicotine as much as Yours Truly, it would seem.



...let's move on, shall we? *nervous laugh*

Soon after, the effects of the wine (as well as the pot Lindsay and I enjoyed) started to take their toll.



Brendan became a wannabe sexytime model...



...Lindsay looked adorable as always...



...while I was FUBAR.

Of course, when alcohol and cannabis are had, you start to get hungry. So, we figured it was time to break out the dessert. Now, Yours Truly, where baking is concerned, is usually relegated to making cookies out of a tube or package. But, w/a special occasion like this, I decided to get creative.

Oreo cookie pie crust + melted white chocolate on the bottom + Devil's Food Jell-O pudding + whipped cream + shaved bittersweet chocolate on the top = MUNCHIE HEAVEN.

(I forgot to take a pic, because I'm blonde. But feel free to visualize and drool as necessary.)



Brendan was obviously taught well as a child, for he licked his plate clean.



As 2 A.M. soon approached, it was soon apparent that fatigue was setting in, so we then all settled in for the night.

The next morning, we all started to rustle from our slumber.



The Awesome Twosome awoke to the sun shining through my living room window...



...and my hung-over ass enjoyed a much-needed cigarette.



Brendan offered to cook breakfast while Lindsay and I traversed to Dunkin' Donuts to replenish our respective caffeine levels.



When we returned, we all sat down to a meal of sausage cooked in beer w/canned peaches (I know what a lot of you are saying, but fuck you, it was pretty damn tasty), bacon, and toast. I would've cooked my kick-rump home fries, but I was far too out of it to make an attempt...



...as you can plainly see.

Our bellies full of food, we then relaxed and I introduced them to the masterpiece that is Kung Pow! Enter the Fist, which they surprisingly had never seen.



We then realized that we needed some pics of the three of us as a keepsake of the visit...



...as well as the requisite "Brendan and I's bald heads as boobs" hilarity.

It soon came time for them to start their trek up to Canada-Eh, so we packed them up, said our goodbyes (including many hugs), and took one last pic.



I ♥ these guys like no one's business. We all had a great time, and I was sorry to see them go. I look forward to seeing them again.

THE END