I've always wanted to be a member of a climbing party. You know, a group of folks who climb up some big ol hill where it's real cold and windy, but still extremely hot because you're so close to the motherfuton sun and you eat dehydrated food and are always nauseous because of altitude sickness and you're always like rubbing your feet and they're kinda smelly, oh and then when you get to the top you hug these strangers because you've accomplished a lifelong dream of reaching the summit of said hill. I just think the camaraderie would be pretty sweet.
It would also be pretty awesome when you were just about to reach the summit, when all of the sudden, your new comrade has fallen (and seemingly can't get up) but everyone just decides to leave him there to die. Screw camaraderie now, last one to the top has to smell my socks.