I visited a family of friends that I will likely not see for at least a year, and possibly several. We had a very nice Thanksgiving dinner, and the I visited them for a few days, Thursday through Saturday.
I helped my friend haul lumber and cement mix, a rented two-man auger, and a wheelbarrow from various stores to his home. We dug all the post holes and set in a handful of the uprights for the fence he is building. Physical labor is rewarding to me, especially when there is visible evidence of the work having been done.
I visited another friend for dinner on Saturday and she showed me around her new home. Dinner with a young, attractive woman isn't something I've been coming by a lot lately, so even though she's "just" my friend it was a pleasant change. And it doesn't matter that she's "just" my friend. The fact that she is my friend was important enough. We had a long, mostly pleasant conversation (we were always pleasant but some of the topics weren't) and I drove the three hours home.