It's another wedding of someone you don't know and don't care that much about. It's a birthday of someone you do know and feel even less for. Time for a trip to Marrakech East, a tiny shop packed with a candy-store vision of imported Moroccan goods: little painted glasses for hot mint tea; eye-catching Morrocan stained-glass lamps hanging from the ceiling; tiny bejeweled metal boxes, perfect to stuff your earrings or "prescription meds" into. A gift from here, and it'll look like you actually gave a crap and moved beyond Pier 1 Import cheese. Even though we all know the truth.