A few weeks ago (or was it last weekend? I have no idea) I taught some friends how to knit.
Let me be a little more precise.
We were drinking and the yarn and needles came out and there was some learning, but it's unclear at this point how much actually stuck.
Trying to teach the long-tail cast-on while drinking a beer was quite an experience. Which became easier once I said "Think of your thumb and forefinger as a speculum." I imagine that only works with women.
L. and C. both learned how to cast-on (we will have the largest dishcloth ever when we're done) and knit, and have declared knitting the new preferred pastime when drinking. The dishcloth is now the community dishcloth and everyone will be made to knit a few when throwing back a few.
At least, these were the rules we came up with after several rows and several more beers.