In Which We Have Houseguests

Lucas and Joel are here, safe and sound. For those of you who haven't been following, this is quite a relief, as the two of them have been stuck in some strange Labyrinth-esque cottage of doom, and the escape put Joel in a coma. I was concerned they'd never make it out, much less over here to sit on our couch and talk about the relative merits of British versus American TV.

I would still be talking to them instead of updating the blog, but honestly the conversation has devolved into a discussion of movies and hot actors, neither of which are exactly my cups of tea.

So, I'm off to the side with Cam's laptop. We figure we should let everyone know we're all safe, anyway.

We picked them up at the airport somewhere around four hours ago. In that time, we have all discovered that yes, we do get along just as well in real life as we do on the internet. Which is good to know, really, considering I'd hate to have to kick them out if they were twats.

Yes. Fine. I probably deserved that, guys. Yeah. Cam just smacked me and told me I'd do no such thing. He's right, too.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. We brought them back to our place right off. Tonight, the plan was to stay in and treat them to the best/worst of American life.
We had Cam's homemade burgers and fries, as well as an apple pie he'd somehow found the time to bake from scratch. We treated them to trashy American TV and I think the boys are talking about booting up Super Smash Bros.
It's really outrageously middle-class American, and utterly ridiculous in the face of everything.

But that's good. They needed this. All three of them, but especially Joel and Lucas. They've had enough on their plates lately. I'm glad we can give them a night to just enjoy themselves again. We can start on the work in the morning.