The year was 2020. Toilet paper was scarce, boredom was at an all-time high, and everyone thought the world was ending. If you know Kyle, you know he’s the most homebody of homebodies — the man treats his couch like a life partner. But of course, every yin needs a yang. Kyle's best friend had a crush on my best friend, and he kept dragging poor Kyle out of his natural habitat to Bahama Breeze happy hour just to see her. One day, I get a dramatic text from my bestie practically begging me to come out of quarantine for a double date. She invites us to her house for dinner — but plot twist: I’m the one cooking. And they wanted oxtails. OXTAILS. Anyone who cooks knows that oxtails are not a 30-minute meal — it’s an all-day commitment. These two show up at 9PM with a pack of oxtails in hand, talking about, “We’re starving!” So there I am, starting to cook oxtails at bedtime, while shy Kyle is doing what he does best: quietly disappearing into the background. But then... tequila happened. And after a few shots, a not-so-subtle mouth check, and Kyle lying through his teeth saying my tough oxtails were “sooo well-seasoned,” history was made. We’ve basically been stuck like glue ever since. Five years later... here we are.