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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

You know you're from Louisville if

-You chuckle at people that pronounce "Louisville" the way it's spelled.
-A fleur de lis decorates any part of your car, home, or body.
-Your beverage of choice was produced less than an hour from your house.
-Your living room floor is littered with out-of-townies for the Derby who are unaware that they will not actually see any horse races that day.
-You know the shortcuts downtown to avoid Bridge traffic.
-You avoid Indiana altogether.
-Seeing men that look strangely like 'The Dude' is commonplace.
-You have made an insurance claim in the past year due to softball sized hail or fallen trees.
-You laugh at the puny Fourth of July fireworks in comparison to Thunder Over Louisville.
-The excuse of "I got caught by the train!" has ever worked to get you out of a work tardy.
-You stay at home when the University of Louisville plays the University of Kentucky.
-91.9 WFPK stays on your radio at all times and you use the station to make your weekend plans!
-Asking "Where did you go to school?" refers to high school.
-Restaurant week means you've cleared your evening schedule for the next 9 days.
-Deciding to meet friends at the park means a ten minute discussion of which in town park to go to.

But most importantly, you know you're from Louisville if any of these things (or ones not mentioned) give you warm, fuzzy feelings inside.


4 comments:

  1. I never got the whole "where did you go to high school" thing as I'm not from here. What is the purpose of this question? Is it to sniff out social class due to the high amount of private schools in the area? Is this the highest level of education the majority has attained? Is it a way to exclude someone (someone asked me this question and as soon as I answered, the conversation abruptly ended)? Are people here not over what happened in high school? Glory days? Not over wedgies received? Please enlighten me as this is very strange albeit fascinating. To most, it is kind of pathetic that a 30-something still wants to talk about high school--I mean, move on with your life, you know?

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  2. I find that its a mix of school pride and an easy way to connect with someone. Although I went only one school throughout high school, I knew students and teachers at most other schools. Louisville is a pretty big town but it doesn't feel like one. Don't be so judgemental, most people aren't out to put you in a social class or missin their 'glory days'

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  3. I , who was born,raised,and still live here, am still waiting for it to like ME.

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