You know the deal... it's noon, you've been partying all night, and a friend (or a friend you just met) says "Hey, I know a place we can hang out". It sounds great at the time, because you want to keep partying. But then you get there, and it's not so cool. Maybe it seems cool because you want it to be, but it's totally not cool. The next day you're like "How the hell did I end up at that sketch hole?!". I'll never do that again. And you don't. Until next weekend.
I'll go first. After DT played Stereo (not the last time, but the time before, when he totally sucked), I was with a friend who met a girl that night. After she tells us to come to this place on the next block over. It was called "L'Escalier", up a long set of stairs. Swear to God, the hippiest place I've ever seen in my life, and that's saying something, given that I'm from Vermont. Most of the people were sitting on the floor or ratty bean bags. It looked like a college ghetto house, all small chopped up rooms, wierdos around every corner. Tons of unkept plants strewn all over. I felt like a drum circle was going to burst open at any moment. Then, in my post-Stereo wisdom, I thought "maybe a bump of K will make it this more tolerable". It didn't. It totally didn't. At all. It got exponentially wierder. I called some friends to come get me, and hid watching youtube vids on my phone until they arrived just to block out the surreality around me. I saw that girl again on NYD this year, and thanked her for the "experience", making it clear that I will never go back there again.