On the same weekend, apparently. Who gets the couch, who gets the guest room and who gets the cot?
The cot is in the guest room, and the guest room is stuffed to the gills with my hoarder symptoms. There's room for one in there, and two couches. Anyone is welcome to sleep on the floor as long as you're advised that our vacuum broke two days ago.
We've never accommodated more than one person, I don't think. Not that we'd mind, I just think it'd get a little snug. We're not the high rollers we come across as. We live in a duplex.
I think for a brief moment, Sigur Ros defied the existence of existence and created our own parallel dimension where all dimensions became meaningless and we were joined together in a massive spiritual oneness of Icelandic mojo.