It's been Smart Ass city here in the San Juan Islands with my old work buddies from HP, which is a little slice of heaven for me. Trash talking and hard-time-giving comprise 50% of the conversation. Nostalgic stories (which usually involve hard-time-giving) fill up another 45%, and the final 5% of conversation is standard "How's work?" stuff. That's a satisfying ratio for me.
Two examples before I go run off to harass someone
1) The boys were sitting around watching pre-season football, which is unwatchable even by my standards. I mentally compared it to baseball and casually asked how old the oldest football player was in the National Football League. One guy offered up the name of a kicker in his 40s, and another guy mentioned that Brett Favre is 38 years old.
Me: Late 30s for a quarterback? Huh, so I'm not too old to play in the NFL.
Guy 1: Too old? Nah, you're not too old. Too small? Too slow? Yes.
Guy 2: Too weak! Too clumsy!
Guy 3: And too Jewy.
That may have been my favorite bit of banter from the day.
2) I have been dubbed "Lucky Pierre" due to my willingness to sit in the middle of the backseat during occasional outings. I never had a nickname before.
These guys must really like me.