California is awesome. Being sucked into a parallel world with the actual Devil and his demons roaming the streets? Not so much. Okay, I grew up in Nebraska so the church thing was a big deal, but it's...supposed to be metaphorical or something!
You feel like you passed too many drinks a dozen back, can't stand, can't see straight, your limbs won't listen to your head, and then you wake up missing clothes and no idea where you're at or what happened. Seriously, avoid that.