Believe it or not, I was pretty serious in the mir, but sometimes layl shishi se would drive to ein bokek, and be back for nets.
We made a mangal and the works.
Once an huge army jeep pulled up (those open ones where soldiers sit on the outside), and we fed them until they were over full.
What started with: "Ma atem osim po?!!!" ,ended with hugs.
It was very nice.