Georgia Pok Guy

This weekend I had a little refresher in why I love city life so much when I took a trip to go gallivanting about the Five Boroughs with a friend of mine from prehistory (he did sing the Flintstone’s theme song during karaoke):

•  Taking the subway everywhere, not having to worry about parking or traffic
• Noshing on knish ’round noontide
• BYOB karaoke bar (and people brought a lot)
• The Younger Than Jesus exhibit at the New Museum; it was amazing to see works by people in our generation, to see artists our age express themselves in new, innovative ways
• Walking around neighborhoods, taking in the sights
• Frequenting hole-in-the-wall eateries for such delicacies as curry katsu and mandu
• Walking past the Empire State building with a bag full of beer
• Barcade - a bar/arcade with old skool games at a quarter a piece
• The Mac store on 5th Avenue that’s a giant glass cube and that was packed at 9:30 on a Friday night
• Dropping $35 at a Kidrobot boutique
• Sake bar, even after having to sheepishly ask if they could recommend something cheaper
• Having some guy randomly call my friend and me cocksuckers for apparently existing
• Did I mention BYOB karaoke?

Apparently I should just go with my first instinct when it comes to gift ideas.  Questioning myself for reasons beyond my comprehension, I queried my brother about what he might be wanting for his upcoming birthday.  Lo and behold, it turned out to be the very thing I was thinking of getting him in the first place.  Stupid brain, quit second guessing crap!  Also, going through my e-mails, I found that my manner of asking my brother what he wants for his birthday seems consistent from year to year: it involves the words “anything”, “particular”, and “hankerin’”.

I just found out that for all but six years of my life (1999-2005) I have lived outside the natural range of bobcats.  And yet, this fall, I will once again enter wild cat territory, and walk that thin line betwixt the quick and the dead.  I am now unsure if I will be able to adequately focus on my studies, forever looking over my shoulder, fearing death in the form of a Lynx rufus.