Sewickley

A small town witha bunch of rich kids. All the kids are stuck up and snotty but the girls are HOT. All they do is go into "town" all day. a lot of drugs go around here cuz they can all afford it. my experience here was pretty chill, you know, life in the day of a rich kid. You know they are SUPER rich when they belong to the Edgeworth Club or go to Sewickley Academy. It is Range Rover heaven because all rich people must own a Range Rover, right? EVERYONE THATS ANYONE PLAYS LAX.

Quiet little suburb of pittsburgh with a bunch of stuck up rich people. teenagers buy and smoke weed behind eckerd and old people go out for a wild night at eat n' park. its basicly hell.





*Dece and legit were born here!

the smallest of small towns populated largely by old lady boutiques and antique shops. Houses more than its fair share of WASPs who have ridiculously large amounts of income. Subsequently, such rare species as the home mom reside in majority in its fair limits. Night life reaches its peak point at 8 o'clock culminating in a steamy starbucks lounge. On occasion, the less braindead of its inhabitants will wonder just why such a pointless town is in existence, although it is quite awesome for the more hard-core partiers who can max out at eat 'n park.

I grew up in this small boring town. There is nothing to do and it was the talk of the town when we finally got a starbucks. Although it consists of mostly rich people, the teenagers I know are extremely unhappy. Everyone is so bored with themselves they just cause drama. Going to Eat'n Park, a little diner open 24 hours a day is the only exciting thing to do. My suggestion...never move there.

An elite(only for the super rich in town) sort of stop where one stops the car and cuts the engine right in the middle of a street, in their own little world, as they drop off their kid at an activity they "encouraged" them to participate in. A Sewickley Drop Off can be altered to become more of a Sewickley Chat, where the said subject stops the car, cuts the engine, and rolls down the window to have a lovely chat with Debbie from book club, whom said subject hasn't seen in "ages". A half hug and some air kisses are exchanged, as well as some "How are you"s and some "Oh and how is that wonderful woman, Ms. Gardenier, was it?"s until someone(usually a good, kind hearted citizen just getting frustrated) honks their horn and the goodbyes start. One more hug, more air kisses, and finally the engine starting. The good citizens of Sewickley, PA recognize this term, but it can be associated with several other small towns scattered across the country.