1. Patio (weather permitting)
2. Bar in front of TV showing your preferred sporting event.
3. Any other seat at the bar.
4. Standing within reasonable distance of the bar.
5. Anywhere else.
Never been a fan of booths or high top tables. Just go to an actual restaurant at that point. If I want to go to the bar, I want the full experience unless they have outdoor seating and it’s too nice to be inside.
Wait, are you talking about that fucking Magnises card? I read about that in Forbes, about how exclusive it was. It’s supposed to be for high roller 20 somethings who live in trendy Manhattan or Brooklyn neighborhoods involved in cool tech startups and not for profits, you know, dumb millenial bullshit jobs that somehow pay 23 year olds 6 figures. I called bullshit and applied, knowing that I shouldn’t meet their, “exclusivity,” threshold. I live in the burbs and make a middle of the road salary at an average HR job. I got my acceptance email with next steps instructions in I shit you not, an hour after I applied.
Good friend moved recently from north Jersey just outside NYC to Atlanta suburbs. He said based on cost of living and weather he truly doesn’t understand why anyone lives in the Northeast, and he’ll never come back. I trust his judgement and often find myself Googling “best suburbs of (Tampa, Miami, Charlotte, Houston, Phoenix)” with their average January highs/lows and real estate markets all Jan&Feb long. In short, you’re wrong, Winter is awful and I need to move. You’re right that I never will though.
It’s difficult to describe but that’s definitely not how it works. All it is is the merging of two senses. That’s why people say they can taste colors. For me it’s just the merging of my sense of distance and perception of time. It seems really odd but when you realize that’s all it is, it makes a lot of sense.
It’s really, really difficult to describe. The only way I can kind of explain it, is imagine a really long line, almost like an old fashioned stock ticker. Next Tuesday is a short distance from the present on one end. The year 2072 is a really long distance. My 8th birthday is a decent distance back in the other direction. That’s the closest I can come, but that really doesn’t explain it or do it justice. It’s helpful for remembering things.
Synesthesia is a real thing, and there are a lot of different kinds. I’ve heard of people who can “taste,” colors but never hear colors. I am a spatio-temporal synesthetic which is what it sounds like if you know any Latin. Basically I look at time the way people see distance. As of Sunday is a physical length away from me, and I can picture that length like a map.
Just had a kid few weeks back and my best friend’s wedding is the first weekend of June. Flying solo, its 7 hours away and I’m going for fri & sat night. I’ve already warned him I’m getting disgustingly intoxicated both nights as it’ll be my first time out in a while, and post-Parenthood these chances to cut loose with no responsibility only come once or twice a year. At least for the first several years. He’s cool with it, and knows I’ll probably spend my whole tank fri night and end up subdued at the actual wedding.
Stupid call. 99% of us who live in NJ live here specifically because we don’t want to live in NYC. The people who get the most intense about defending NYC are the Midwest & Southern transplants who move here and start sharing “You know you’re from NYC when…” Buzzfeed lists 6 months after signing their first lease. Most New Jerseyans prefer NJ and actual NYers don’t give a shit what the rest of the country thinks.
Going to put something out there knowing full well most of you will think in a shallow pig. I dated a girl in college who was dead on average. Solid 5. No one looked at her and thought, “Damn, she’s hot,” and no one thought, “ew, gross,” either. Totally average physically. But she was an adventure in the sack. They say porn is ruining young mens’ expectations for sex. Well, I watched a lot of porn in HS and this chick met my expectations fully. She was not only open too, but enthusiasticly inti everything short of a golden shower. Come one I think of it, maybe she was into that too, I never asked b/c that’s digusting. She was such a wild ride, I stuck around for 10 months before I just couldn’t deal with her horrible personality anymore. So, just a thought.
Nearest park or inside the restaurant are the only way to go. Eating at your desk isn’t really a break, I don’t drive to work but I’d imagine the car would feel cumbersome, and I’d rather do anything than talk to people while I take my lunch.
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1. Patio (weather permitting)
2. Bar in front of TV showing your preferred sporting event.
3. Any other seat at the bar.
4. Standing within reasonable distance of the bar.
5. Anywhere else.
Never been a fan of booths or high top tables. Just go to an actual restaurant at that point. If I want to go to the bar, I want the full experience unless they have outdoor seating and it’s too nice to be inside.
Wait, are you talking about that fucking Magnises card? I read about that in Forbes, about how exclusive it was. It’s supposed to be for high roller 20 somethings who live in trendy Manhattan or Brooklyn neighborhoods involved in cool tech startups and not for profits, you know, dumb millenial bullshit jobs that somehow pay 23 year olds 6 figures. I called bullshit and applied, knowing that I shouldn’t meet their, “exclusivity,” threshold. I live in the burbs and make a middle of the road salary at an average HR job. I got my acceptance email with next steps instructions in I shit you not, an hour after I applied.
What’s a signing bonus? – PGP
Good friend moved recently from north Jersey just outside NYC to Atlanta suburbs. He said based on cost of living and weather he truly doesn’t understand why anyone lives in the Northeast, and he’ll never come back. I trust his judgement and often find myself Googling “best suburbs of (Tampa, Miami, Charlotte, Houston, Phoenix)” with their average January highs/lows and real estate markets all Jan&Feb long. In short, you’re wrong, Winter is awful and I need to move. You’re right that I never will though.
Just came here for all the gifs in the comments…was not disappointed
It’s difficult to describe but that’s definitely not how it works. All it is is the merging of two senses. That’s why people say they can taste colors. For me it’s just the merging of my sense of distance and perception of time. It seems really odd but when you realize that’s all it is, it makes a lot of sense.
It’s really, really difficult to describe. The only way I can kind of explain it, is imagine a really long line, almost like an old fashioned stock ticker. Next Tuesday is a short distance from the present on one end. The year 2072 is a really long distance. My 8th birthday is a decent distance back in the other direction. That’s the closest I can come, but that really doesn’t explain it or do it justice. It’s helpful for remembering things.
Can you please start a weekly Greater KC restaurant review column called “Bri Fieri?”
Synesthesia is a real thing, and there are a lot of different kinds. I’ve heard of people who can “taste,” colors but never hear colors. I am a spatio-temporal synesthetic which is what it sounds like if you know any Latin. Basically I look at time the way people see distance. As of Sunday is a physical length away from me, and I can picture that length like a map.
Just had a kid few weeks back and my best friend’s wedding is the first weekend of June. Flying solo, its 7 hours away and I’m going for fri & sat night. I’ve already warned him I’m getting disgustingly intoxicated both nights as it’ll be my first time out in a while, and post-Parenthood these chances to cut loose with no responsibility only come once or twice a year. At least for the first several years. He’s cool with it, and knows I’ll probably spend my whole tank fri night and end up subdued at the actual wedding.
This just upped my suspicion. Johnny Duda is Steve Holt #StayWoke #TheTruthIsOutThere
NFL starts at 1…
Stupid call. 99% of us who live in NJ live here specifically because we don’t want to live in NYC. The people who get the most intense about defending NYC are the Midwest & Southern transplants who move here and start sharing “You know you’re from NYC when…” Buzzfeed lists 6 months after signing their first lease. Most New Jerseyans prefer NJ and actual NYers don’t give a shit what the rest of the country thinks.
NYC is massively overrated and I’m writing this from NYC
Also, dream girl Lizzie lives in Phoenix so it’s got that going for it too
Please enjoy Arby’s
Watch Premier Leage in New York, start drinking at 7:30am, problem solved
Going to put something out there knowing full well most of you will think in a shallow pig. I dated a girl in college who was dead on average. Solid 5. No one looked at her and thought, “Damn, she’s hot,” and no one thought, “ew, gross,” either. Totally average physically. But she was an adventure in the sack. They say porn is ruining young mens’ expectations for sex. Well, I watched a lot of porn in HS and this chick met my expectations fully. She was not only open too, but enthusiasticly inti everything short of a golden shower. Come one I think of it, maybe she was into that too, I never asked b/c that’s digusting. She was such a wild ride, I stuck around for 10 months before I just couldn’t deal with her horrible personality anymore. So, just a thought.
Nearest park or inside the restaurant are the only way to go. Eating at your desk isn’t really a break, I don’t drive to work but I’d imagine the car would feel cumbersome, and I’d rather do anything than talk to people while I take my lunch.
What is wrong with you?