I am ashamed to admit it, but I recall hearing this same complaint from my parents on various Halloweens. The ridiculous thing is, we were NOT upper class by any stretch of the imagination, so I'm not really sure what their objection was. The neighborhood I grew up in was solidly lower-middle to middle class, so I'm not even sure how they could tell if the trick-or-treaters in question were "outsiders". They would also grouse any time a child who appeared to be a day over the age of 12 showed up at the door. Are they supposed to be out earning money for their own damn candy, or.....? My parents were not fun people, is my point.
My husband and I had our first "real" date in Vegas (it's a long story) and also eloped to Vegas two years after that, so I have a soft spot for the place. Having said that though, he and I are not "Vegas people" by any means. In fact, we haven't been back in the 5+ years since we moved out of SoCal (aka, driving distance to Vegas). For me, the appeal was always the vacation-y "this isn't real" feeling that I'm sure also draws a lot of people to cruises and all-inclusive resorts. I would always rather take a "real" vacation that involves some sort of culture and change of perspective, but there's something to be said for staying up all night and recovering with a fruity beverage poolside, for relatively little money (we aren't big gamblers, so, we were always able to do Vegas on the cheap.)
Chalk this up to me being a rube who has never lived east of the Mississippi, but I am ASTOUNDED by the fact that your landlord controls the temperature for the entire building. I take it this is common? At least for NYC? How many units are we talking about? What would happen if you turned it on yourself, being that it’s IN your apartment and all? Anarchy in the streets??? Even when I have lived places where the utilities were included in the monthly rent, I still had autonomy over my own thermostat, and so did my neighbors.
Does the Kentucky house remind anyone else of the promo poster for "The Cabin in the Woods"???
@Gef the Talking Mongoose Dammit! I guess I'll have to find a non-terrible-person with a ridiculous name now!
I don't know who Belinda Vandersloot is but I DO know that I just found my new fake name for restaurant reservations and the like. I could be from Idaho!
When they hold an impromptu town-hall-style meeting, like so many before it, but they make everybody log their attendance on a sign-in sheet this time just to prove that yes, you were all in fact told you would not have a job in three months. (And I really hope you are at least receiving unemployment benefits during this time. Good luck!!)
@LookUponMyWorks Sadly, not even that fancy. Boiled eggs chopped up and stirred in, and plain ol' cheddar cheese melted on top. We're classy folk!
My husband introduced me to ramen + egg + cheese (which was one of his college staples), and at first I was skeptical, but it has since become a lazy (read: hungover) Sunday afternoon staple in our house. Also, Kraft mac FTW. If I'm feeling extra nostalgic and unconcerned with my sodium intake, I'll even cook hot dogs to cut up and mix into it.
I have already told my husband that I will absolutely be one of those weird old ladies puttering around in the park with a metal detector in my golden years. Now I just need to convince him to move to Scotland!