On second thought, that Beautiful People Say Yes thing could use a qualifier. I just spent an evening in an apartment full of stoned strangers, and I can't say that the experience enriched me in any way. Thankfully I react to awkwardness with a sort of giddy hysteria, but still, were it not for the fact that I latched onto a friend who literally makes people feel comfortable and welcome for a living, I'd have gone fetal.
So that's this year's Easter.
