Hanging out with my friends’ parents: Why I am a loser

So I am starting to realize that I hang out with my friends’ parents more than I do with them.  Not in all cases.  But there are a select few.  I find that it is strange to talk about, especially with my friends.  ”Hey, so I was at your house on Halloween to say hello and talked to your parents until 1 in the morning.”  I think that I need to go someplace other than PUC on holidays, because people aren’t home and I visit their parents.  There is nothing wrong with it in my eyes, but then I look at it from the outside.  And realize how sad that makes me look.  Ugh.  On a more fun note, I have been to the Sacramento airport 3 times in the last week.  I can now get there in and hour and 20 minutes.  And I know where every Taco Bell is on the way.  This will come in handy…. never.  Big win on that one.