Wasn't there a movie about an alcoholic called The Long Weekend?

Though it was almost completely free of blackouts, my weekend was long and enjoyable. Why, you ask? The much-anticipated-yet-little-prepared-for arrival of my parents. [cue ominous music]

All kidding aside, my parents are excellent visitors. They take me out to meals and pay for practically everything, can entertain themselves if necessary, and rarely do anything embarassing. (not never, they *are* parents). So we had a lovely weekend. Mostly.