Well... they'll keep me busy with work and cooking until six in the evening. At fifteen minutes to six, the guests will arrive ("We weren't expecting you, and you just showed up..."). At six, I'll go out to freeze in the street with my dog and some acquaintances. After an indefinite amount of time, I'll come home, eat the leftovers, and drink a 2.5-liter bottle of cola that none of the guests wanted to touch. Then, Mom will dramatically collapse from exhaustion, Dad, after watching "The Irony of Fate," will go to the bathhouse (literally), and I'll turn on some musical, hang out on my phone, and peek out the window so I don't fall asleep before the fireworks. Fun, isn't it? :)