stereo/why do i end up at these places?

I hate being at clubs when they close because then the lights come up and everyone and everything looks like what I imagine hell will look like when I get there.

This weekend I did it up Westchester style - beats the hell out of stereo - and I went to my parents home in Westchester and chilled there, bitched to them about my financial problems (much to their amusement,) and eventually entertained everyone at their bbq by making some killer caipirinhas. Funny how muddling limes seems pleasant when you do it for those you love. Ah, lime muddling.