His house is a shining beacon of happiness after driving through barren unmarked gravel roads. It looks warm and as I wait outside in the cold I hear eruptions of laughter coming from somewhere.
That's weird, because he said it was only a few friends but it sounds like a lot more. I knock twice and then because my fingers are going numb I let myself in and lay my jacket on a large plush leather chair.
"You should stay!" they say with ear to ear grins. Eruptions of laughter from everyone including me. We take a group photo. Someone hands me a Jell-O shot.