There was this one time where I helped my friends (who had been through a pretty longstanding string of bad luck finding a place to live) move from their old place that they hated into a place that they totally loved.  Their assistance driving the U-Haul bailed, and since I can drive, I picked up the job for them to try and give them a break.  Turns out that driving a U-Haul through New York City is harder than trying to go bowling using only your ass.  But when we got there and everything was said and done, I felt really good about doing it.

Then there’s also the time on saturday where a group of kickass friends and myself took a boombox to the katsukon hotel floor and turned that entire con (willingly or not) into a totally rad dance party (it ruled)