I didn't go to Bethel but I attended a congo about a mile away from the "Holy of Holies". I had many bethelites as friends and many would stay over my house on the weekends. I was also the keeper of many restricted contraban like video tapes, CDs, questionable clothing.
My folks were also pretty generous with the bethelites finacially and most of them ate at least one dinner a week at my house.
I also became the chauffeur for many bethelites, driving them back to the home after the late night meetings.
Many of these guys were away from home for the first time and were probably clincally depressed because of the stress they got at bethel and the fear letting their congo down if they returned home in disgrace (asked to leave).
I did enjoy most of these guys and I would take them out to bars and clubs in manhattan on the weekends.
The interesting thing about that is that they hooked up with "worldly" girls more often then I did and most could drink me under the table.