Other Kid: Um... i think he needs to lose that flat brim, and his shitty A4, he also needs to go back to fairfield because i hear that shit is tolerated over there.
Kid: No doubt, lets be out, I can only be away from Greenwich for so long before these corolla's start making my head hurt
Now onto the boys they date:
All wear seersucker or madras shorts/pants, and have long, stylishly unkempt hair. They all sail and play lacrosse, and are exceptional at both, when they aren't stoned or drunk. Their families attend yacht club parties every saturday night, where all the men have names like "tyler" and preppy little nicknames.
For fun in Greenwich, girls shop 'til they drop on "the Ave", where the most popular stores include "Rags" and "Wishlist", where you can pay $70 for a faded shirt that has been "professionally aged" so that the buyer can pretend to be ghetto and poor. And "ghetto" is a word used often in Greenwich. Preppy kids dressed to impress often say things like, "woah, man, your BMW is sooo mad ghetto". For the cash it takes to buy the sportscars that are cruising around Greenwich, you could buy and refurbish a ghetto.
Bottom line: Greenwich is preppy to the max, a prime example of a community so sheltered that most of the people there have an incredibly skewed perspective of wealth.
The style consists of brightly colored Lacoste shirts, usually layered, Khakis, and a looley placed visor on males, and a Jean skirts, a dress shirt over a polo, and flipflops for females, year round.
Mostly everyone owns more than one house, and a boat.
Boy: Big party on my boat. Bring your bong.
Girl: Awesome. What time?
Boy: Doesn't matter, if you miss us, we'll send my assistant to get you in the Grady.
Man2: Yeah! lets tailgate them.
Man1: Good idea!
Greenwich is actually home to a wide variety of people. Its working class quarried the stones that built the Brooklyn Bridge. Greenwich residents have served in all America's major wars from the Revolution to Iraq. In fact, a Greenwich man was the first American soldier to die in World War I.
Sure, I could go on a long rant about the town's many faults, but it's home. Unless you've lived there, shut the fuck up.