“Let the first ritual begin,” I heard someone say, as we were then prompted to write down something we either wanted to forget or to forgive ourselves for. We used poop emoji-shaped brown paper, and put that in a brown paper bag to crumble up. As I was finishing mine, Clay Richard, dance enthusiast, walked in the room. He was there to lead us in a few minutes of freestyle dancing. The music was turned up and everyone began dancing, brown paper bags in hands, swaying above our heads. It was actually quite freeing, as it’s hard to take yourself seriously when you're a dancing devil rocking around to a song called “Fun” by Kaskade.