Yesterday I hosted a sailing / drinking / dinner / bachelor party for my longtime friend Peter.  It was great. 

But the greatest part wasn't the sailing, or the drinking, or the dinner, or indeed the bachelor-ing (sorry, no girls jumping out of cakes, or at least none that can be discussed :).  No, the greatest part was hanging out with old friends, and telling old stories.  Amazing how our neurons keep those same old patterns going.

BTW, there is no place better than the cockpit of a TP52 (serious racing yacht) for telling old sailing stories.  Thanks Jason for making the Margaritaville happen!

I've known some of these guys since I was a little kid, and we've been sailing together in all the time since.  Seems like every regatta in the meantime had its funny stories; the trip there, the setting, the disasters and triumphs, and most of all the people.  Why is it so fun to talk about things that happened long ago?  Who can say...  but I can say that it is so, and the more time that passes, the more fun it is.