Every Spring, my friend Brit hosts as The Best Picnic of our Lives. What COULD be perceived as an episode of the New Girl is actually pretty great. It’s just a bunch of folks and dogs and fruit and tequila and potato salad and frisbees chillin outside. Highlights of this year’s included a live helicopter air rescue across the canyon, a group-constructed poem, an easter egg hunt in which each egg was filled with a platitude of sorts, and that time I pointed to a ball and said to Morrison, let’s play soccer! to which he responded, cool, but that’s a volleyball.