Four lines of prose about: the dinner guests.
The couple who ran the stall next to us for a portion of the Penticton farmers market this year are around our age and extremely nice, so we got along with them really well. We had been talking about getting together for a visit for a while now, but the timing finally worked out tonight.
We made the half hour drive to their place to check out their farm and have dinner and it was really lovely. We're looking forward to having them over here after we get back from Jamaica.
They arrived late. They ate all our food and drank all our alcohol. They left late.
We're never having The Abominable Snowman and his wife over for dinner ever again.