God damn it. This really sucks, gang. Full disclosure: I’m still in college (about to graduate and join the legions of cube monkeys and traveling consultants, yay #BigFour) and have actually been a regular reader since the end of high school. For whatever strange reason, I always felt like my personality resonated with this site way more than TFM and I loved scrolling through and seeing the articles from my favorite staff and remote writers. It kills me that there won’t be a centralized place where I can enjoy all the writing as well as the outrageous comment section. Although I haven’t been on as often in the past few months, please know that all of you guys have been an integral part of my life for the past four-ish years, and I hope I’ll see you around on some other dark, strange corner of the internet.
Auf wiedersehen, au revoir, hasta luego, deuces y’all,
Danny.
Last submission is dead-on. Always book the earlier flight, always book the earlier train. This has been a hard-learned lesson for me while I’ve been in Europe. Too many times getting home from a weekend trip at 3 AM Monday morning with work in 6 hours because of plane/train complications.
My family ended up selling our lakehouse because my brother and I were working too much during the summers. Didn’t go down often enough to justify the upkeep and property tax bill. Sometimes I’ll still sit back and remember some of those golden days in the heat of summer anchored out in the party cove with a cooler full of beer and a speaker blasting out boat tunes. God, I miss it.
Celebrated a milestone birthday in Amsterdam this weekend complete with Mary Jane and many Heinekens don’t have a story to send in. I feel accomplished.
Granted, my sample of personal experiences is biased by my circle of friends having a roughly 65/35% conservative/liberal split, but most of the masses and other religious services at my school were pretty full of students. I never went for personal reasons (Catholic Church didn’t want to baptize me when I was born) but I’d say that even the more liberal people I know are fairly religious.
Idk, it’s possible to get out of that situation, albeit not without ethical quandary. Much harder to explain to the authorities why you were inadvertently hooking up with a 16 or 17 y/o.
This gives me flashbacks to every time high school girls managed to get into parties at my school. Quickest way to get the scaries, except maybe for “we need to talk.”
When I feel like being dramatic on my deathbed during a hangover, I like to play Bob Dylan’s “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.” Really lets me simmer in the consequences of my bad decisions.
I’d honestly put “Feelin’ Alright” in The Drive portion of the hangover. Don’t know why, but I picture a guy in some aviators putting it on while driving an ’87 Ford pickup out to a greasy spoon in a beat-up denim jacket.
Too many social groups running around college for there to be one popular boy/girl unless it’s a really tiny place. But if this guy’s a high schooler, should I give him props or commiserations for already being in a PGP place mentally?
As a former barback in a college bar, the only character trait I cared about in a bartender was getting out of the way when I delivered fresh ice. Literally anything else I can handle.
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God damn it. This really sucks, gang. Full disclosure: I’m still in college (about to graduate and join the legions of cube monkeys and traveling consultants, yay #BigFour) and have actually been a regular reader since the end of high school. For whatever strange reason, I always felt like my personality resonated with this site way more than TFM and I loved scrolling through and seeing the articles from my favorite staff and remote writers. It kills me that there won’t be a centralized place where I can enjoy all the writing as well as the outrageous comment section. Although I haven’t been on as often in the past few months, please know that all of you guys have been an integral part of my life for the past four-ish years, and I hope I’ll see you around on some other dark, strange corner of the internet.
Auf wiedersehen, au revoir, hasta luego, deuces y’all,
Danny.
Last submission is dead-on. Always book the earlier flight, always book the earlier train. This has been a hard-learned lesson for me while I’ve been in Europe. Too many times getting home from a weekend trip at 3 AM Monday morning with work in 6 hours because of plane/train complications.
My family ended up selling our lakehouse because my brother and I were working too much during the summers. Didn’t go down often enough to justify the upkeep and property tax bill. Sometimes I’ll still sit back and remember some of those golden days in the heat of summer anchored out in the party cove with a cooler full of beer and a speaker blasting out boat tunes. God, I miss it.
Celebrated a milestone birthday in Amsterdam this weekend complete with Mary Jane and many Heinekens don’t have a story to send in. I feel accomplished.
Dear God, please no. I need it to stay far away from this site.
“Shoot to Thrill” – AC/DC
You should’ve seen me in my prime at school. Buffet dining hall attendants lived in fear, awe, and disgust of me.
Granted, my sample of personal experiences is biased by my circle of friends having a roughly 65/35% conservative/liberal split, but most of the masses and other religious services at my school were pretty full of students. I never went for personal reasons (Catholic Church didn’t want to baptize me when I was born) but I’d say that even the more liberal people I know are fairly religious.
Sometimes I’ll eat four, because I’m a rebel and no one can tell me no.
Aurora? Naperville boy over here. Howdy, neighbor.
And I am so happy that they do.
Idk, it’s possible to get out of that situation, albeit not without ethical quandary. Much harder to explain to the authorities why you were inadvertently hooking up with a 16 or 17 y/o.
This gives me flashbacks to every time high school girls managed to get into parties at my school. Quickest way to get the scaries, except maybe for “we need to talk.”
Duda, outdoor pissing season never left. It just weeded out the weak ones.
When I feel like being dramatic on my deathbed during a hangover, I like to play Bob Dylan’s “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.” Really lets me simmer in the consequences of my bad decisions.
I’d honestly put “Feelin’ Alright” in The Drive portion of the hangover. Don’t know why, but I picture a guy in some aviators putting it on while driving an ’87 Ford pickup out to a greasy spoon in a beat-up denim jacket.
Too many social groups running around college for there to be one popular boy/girl unless it’s a really tiny place. But if this guy’s a high schooler, should I give him props or commiserations for already being in a PGP place mentally?
As a former barback in a college bar, the only character trait I cared about in a bartender was getting out of the way when I delivered fresh ice. Literally anything else I can handle.
Sometimes I’ll keep a pack on me. If nothing else it’s a marginally-acceptable excuse to go outside and have some time alone to think.
Sup?