My friends from there, would go to their friends' ice cream parlour, grab some coffees and a beer at 8 PM. For the next four hours, they would do nothing but tell funny stories and laugh until they couldn't laugh any more. These guys literally spent 4 hours laughing together.
They did this the next day, and the next, and many more until I had to reluctantly go back to the airport and fly back to the PNW.
Nothing even remotely like this has happened since last going back. Every time I think back to it, it seems like some impossible other reality.