Depends on the town…these guys get side deals under the table and kickbacks up here. Plus, a town gig in Darien is a sick gig. Think they start in the 80’s down there, which after you put in years as a Statie is a very nice salary to complement your pension.
I’m in the W’s and some of the cops in Westport make more between previous job pension, current salary and kickbacks than your typical hedge fund salary. It’s weird man, especially with no crime to speak of outside of Mrs. Flanagan’s catching a body .
One minor thing as a Fairfield County resident…kids from Daien rarely go to UConn..or at least kids who had a high power Dad like Terry (RIP). It’s the top 30 schools for most of them. Even the dumb as rocks kids end up at places like Lehigh and Bucknell.
Nah, my argument is the best sandwich of all time is served out of a NY Deli and has meat on it. His argument is the PB&J is the best sandwich out there. Plenty of really good sandwiches elsewhere, all better than the bland-ass PB&J.
GOAT sandwiches are served on hero rolls and stacked high with high quality cuts out of a New York Deli. The PB&J is the McDonalds of sandwiches. Passable for a quick bite on the run and reminds you of the time your parents didn’t want to put any effort into your meal.
“Once you learn how to maintain a steady buzz that won’t leave you with an earth-shattering hangover on day two, you’re officially an adult. Of course, this doesn’t go for bachelor parties or weddings. Those are essentially post-grad spring breaks.”
Only took 8 years, but I’ve finally reached this panacea.
I listened to a 45 minute mix last night because of this article, so im pretty much an expert on this now.
The aesthetic is very on brand and I’m all the way here for it. The music varies from Miami 80’s level of awesome to dark and weird. The dark and weird I’m not enjoying, the Miami stuff I’m all in. Tesla Boy – Spirit of the Night is the favorite.
We as a generation cant go from cripplingly afraid of commitment and then attempt to reclaim the word breakup when dating doesn’t work out. Breakup implies a sense if permanence and exclusivity. Its raw, it hurts because you a breaking what was mutually built. It shouldn’t be reclaimed for sustained hookups when you’re (plural sense) out fucking someone else and only feeling a twinge of guilt.
The relationship needs to be built before we get the honor of calling it a breakup. But I say that as someone who can lose half of everything I own if I suffer my own break-up
It all comes down to social anxiety that seems to have exploded out of nowhere over the past 5 years as people sink deeper into the internet life. People are ridiculously concerned about contributing to a conversation or saying something insightful every second they’re next to someone else. If they don’t know what to say, they immediately jump to the phone. It is beyond tiring to try and keep up with, and as a rule I generally just walk away when a phone gets whipped out without so much a.
My best friends in the world can share a beer, listen to music and not feel like we have to talk or be on our phones every single second we’re in the same room. Seems to me that the phone is a crutch for people lacking self-confidence and are overly anxious. I sympathize, but it’s turning good nights into pretty bland ones quick.
1) A fantastic nightlife and incredibly diverse culture to it. Never, ever bored in NYC. If you are, you’re 2 hours from wine country, 4-5 hours from very good skiing, 30-45 minutes from the beach. You also meet some of the most interesting people in the world in the city. Yes it’s expensive and it still has some grit to it, but i think the tradeoff is way more positive than negative. If you’re not meeting interesting people or learning about diff people/cultures, you’re doing not taking advantage of where you live.
2) My job, but I moved out of the city to the burbs earlier in the year.
3) The cut-off line I think is Yonkers or Port Chester to the north, anywhere to the west of like mid-Suffolk to the east, Hoboken to the west. Both my parents were born in the city and I lived within 15 miles of Manhanttan on the LI side. I say I’m a NY’er. I spent most weekends of my teenage years in the city. Still spend 2-3 weekends a month.
4) Subway/Uber/Yellow Cab.
5) A lot of my friends met their S/O throug mutual friends. Now it’s a lot of bumble and shit like that. I’ve been out of the game for a while though and it seems like a lot of people aren’t exclusive.
6) There are a lot of stupid rules in that state and it’s a huge pain to get to/from. Also, there’s this weird Jersey pride thing they have going on out there, which basically means they’d rather celebrate their trash state than the city.
Tech guy is gonna try and flip that power dynamic real quick. The minute he gets up in his feelings, whip out the two week ghost. Just to remind him who’s in charge.
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Depends on the town…these guys get side deals under the table and kickbacks up here. Plus, a town gig in Darien is a sick gig. Think they start in the 80’s down there, which after you put in years as a Statie is a very nice salary to complement your pension.
I’m in the W’s and some of the cops in Westport make more between previous job pension, current salary and kickbacks than your typical hedge fund salary. It’s weird man, especially with no crime to speak of outside of Mrs. Flanagan’s catching a body .
I’m enjoying this a lot John.
One minor thing as a Fairfield County resident…kids from Daien rarely go to UConn..or at least kids who had a high power Dad like Terry (RIP). It’s the top 30 schools for most of them. Even the dumb as rocks kids end up at places like Lehigh and Bucknell.
Keep this up though man. I’m invested in it.
I live this nightmare any time I drink. PGP
First it’s a sandwich, then the terrorists win.
Nah, my argument is the best sandwich of all time is served out of a NY Deli and has meat on it. His argument is the PB&J is the best sandwich out there. Plenty of really good sandwiches elsewhere, all better than the bland-ass PB&J.
GOAT sandwiches are served on hero rolls and stacked high with high quality cuts out of a New York Deli. The PB&J is the McDonalds of sandwiches. Passable for a quick bite on the run and reminds you of the time your parents didn’t want to put any effort into your meal.
Give Michigan to Canada.
That’s a very fancy name for skipping breakfast.
This is in line with my current brand image as the only fucking guy in my social circle(s) with a kid. Subscribed.
“Once you learn how to maintain a steady buzz that won’t leave you with an earth-shattering hangover on day two, you’re officially an adult. Of course, this doesn’t go for bachelor parties or weddings. Those are essentially post-grad spring breaks.”
Only took 8 years, but I’ve finally reached this panacea.
Cosigned. The Midnight has taken over my playlists in the span of 4 days
I listened to a 45 minute mix last night because of this article, so im pretty much an expert on this now.
The aesthetic is very on brand and I’m all the way here for it. The music varies from Miami 80’s level of awesome to dark and weird. The dark and weird I’m not enjoying, the Miami stuff I’m all in. Tesla Boy – Spirit of the Night is the favorite.
Tl;dr if you want the closure of the breakup have the balls to label it a relationship.
I’m gonna throw a challenge flag here.
We as a generation cant go from cripplingly afraid of commitment and then attempt to reclaim the word breakup when dating doesn’t work out. Breakup implies a sense if permanence and exclusivity. Its raw, it hurts because you a breaking what was mutually built. It shouldn’t be reclaimed for sustained hookups when you’re (plural sense) out fucking someone else and only feeling a twinge of guilt.
The relationship needs to be built before we get the honor of calling it a breakup. But I say that as someone who can lose half of everything I own if I suffer my own break-up
without so much as a word*
It all comes down to social anxiety that seems to have exploded out of nowhere over the past 5 years as people sink deeper into the internet life. People are ridiculously concerned about contributing to a conversation or saying something insightful every second they’re next to someone else. If they don’t know what to say, they immediately jump to the phone. It is beyond tiring to try and keep up with, and as a rule I generally just walk away when a phone gets whipped out without so much a.
My best friends in the world can share a beer, listen to music and not feel like we have to talk or be on our phones every single second we’re in the same room. Seems to me that the phone is a crutch for people lacking self-confidence and are overly anxious. I sympathize, but it’s turning good nights into pretty bland ones quick.
I would say planning for a pregnancy is a sign of adulthood, but I’m washed AF so.
There is nothing overrated about a 4 day weekend. Nothing.
1) A fantastic nightlife and incredibly diverse culture to it. Never, ever bored in NYC. If you are, you’re 2 hours from wine country, 4-5 hours from very good skiing, 30-45 minutes from the beach. You also meet some of the most interesting people in the world in the city. Yes it’s expensive and it still has some grit to it, but i think the tradeoff is way more positive than negative. If you’re not meeting interesting people or learning about diff people/cultures, you’re doing not taking advantage of where you live.
2) My job, but I moved out of the city to the burbs earlier in the year.
3) The cut-off line I think is Yonkers or Port Chester to the north, anywhere to the west of like mid-Suffolk to the east, Hoboken to the west. Both my parents were born in the city and I lived within 15 miles of Manhanttan on the LI side. I say I’m a NY’er. I spent most weekends of my teenage years in the city. Still spend 2-3 weekends a month.
4) Subway/Uber/Yellow Cab.
5) A lot of my friends met their S/O throug mutual friends. Now it’s a lot of bumble and shit like that. I’ve been out of the game for a while though and it seems like a lot of people aren’t exclusive.
6) There are a lot of stupid rules in that state and it’s a huge pain to get to/from. Also, there’s this weird Jersey pride thing they have going on out there, which basically means they’d rather celebrate their trash state than the city.
Tech guy is gonna try and flip that power dynamic real quick. The minute he gets up in his feelings, whip out the two week ghost. Just to remind him who’s in charge.
Modern dating also seems like hell.