Darien is a small town in Connecticut known for its population of
preppy teenagers who insisit on popping their collars, wearing uggs boots with mini skirts and driving Jeep Grand Cherokees in various shades of
blue. On weekends, Darieners often find themselves taking road trips to Portchester, NY or "pocho" because it is the only place that
will really sell them
beer. Then they go to lame house parties which are broken up by the police in less than hour because the entire police force has nothing better to do than break up teenage drinking parties; Darien doesn't haev real crime, only places
like Stamford or Norwalk do. When they do travel to such "ghettoes" they listen to their rap
music (50 cent) too loud and lock their
car doors in fear of getting mugged. D-baggers, or Darieners are outrageously wealthy and every
teenager's
dream. They live a fantasy life in a bubble unlike anywhere else. Their waterfront property with the oversized SUVs in the driveway is home to them and even when they say they hate it, they love it, they eat it up and wish they could return whenever they leave. Darieners, despite their lacking sense of reality, have more pride than New Canaan and Greenwich combined (and more money too!)
The Darieners wore popped collars and
Hadley Pollet belts to the game, knowing that all the hottest
lax players would be ripping it up on the field that morning, despite their
wicked hang overs from the house party the night before.