At the beginning, I think they used to feel sorry for me all-single-and-alone in my apartment, so they had me over on a regular basis for food and drink. I took complete advantage of this.
And several nights a week, we would unwind from a rough day at work over a glass of wine. This is a picture I took of the inside of their refrigerator. Tells you what their priorities are/were, right?
They were so much fun. Then this happened. Read more: