And the weary travelers returned unto their home. And the children were sent unto their beds, yet they acted not like dicks about it. And the parents drank of their scotch and pre-mixed margaritas, which were crappy but all they had the energy to pour. And they sat on their couch and read aloud to each other like civilized people from some bygone era, or nerdy people from this one. And they retired unto their own bed, which they hadst sorely missed. And they saw that it was good.