There is a distinct beauty in gathering different friends together from various parts of our lives. It’s like a colorful melting pot of Brett Michaels meets Michael Jackson meets George Michael. This rarely happened prior to Nick’s accident, now it is becoming common place. This weekend we are again visited by The Azaabajian’s. We really didn’t want anyone staying with us again, but since they invited themselves, we feel obligated to let them sleep here. And since they’re not very fun people, it really is such a chore having them around. In fact, the whole house is quiet as a monastery because we are afraid to piss them off. If you say one wrong thing around them they get violent. So, we are pretty much prisoners in our own home this weekend, with uninvited guests who are verbally abusive and painfully unfunny. We demanded that they stay in a hotel but they refused and are camping out in our guestroom, dirtying up our sheets. We even offered to pay for their hotel. Nope. And they even told me that I’ll be cleaning their room each morning while they’re out having breakfast. We might get a room for ourselves tomorrow night and ditch them if they don’t stop making Nick cry with tasteless foot jokes.