Remembered this today when discussing mixing music tracks with a co-worker.
When I talk about the years I lived with my college roommate, the bizarre, hysterical, borderline frightening stories tend to be the ones that float to the top, because those are the most vivid (either the most fun, or scarring, or, often, both). As a result, people tend not to understand why I remember those years so fondly.
In part, it's because when one of us got a wild hair, the other never judged. Having that kind of relationship with someone is rare- No talk of complications, or "I don't feel like it", or "wtf are you thinking, you effin' nutjob". This environment is incredibly conducive to enjoyable, truly random experiences on otherwise lazy days, often with something to show for it when we were done.
Like this. -Alex