I had a very enjoyable evening; I neither partied nor drank nor used recreational substances, I wasn't involved in mischief or mayhem, had no great adventure. What I did have was good company; we wiled away the evening in banter and bullshit, relating stories banal and bacchanal and between.
I'm not sure what makes good company good company. Wit, obviously, and some interesting stories and skill as a raconteur. Unexpected depths help, as do friendly arguments. A feeling of deep connection is key. But in the end, what makes good company are the memories of an evening free of boredom and worry, would that every night might be as nice.
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