One of THOSE people

This past weekend I found myself in Brooklyn not once, but twice. I KNOW, I know.

On Saturday I went to the BK to take, and subsequently pass, my project management certification exam. Booyah! I finished around noon, and it just so happened that my good friend Rebekah was bartending a few blocks away, and so I stopped by for a visit and a celebratory cocktail that ended up turning into 3 celebratory cocktails due to some peer pressure from a few of her regulars. Which was followed by a pub crawl and me passing out at 9:45 PM but that is neither here nor there.

On Sunday I was back in Brooklyn to attend the Atlantic Antic, a big ol' street festival drinktasticathon where you walk around and listen to live music and eat street fair food and drink sangria and then go back to Rebekah's bar for free beer and to embarrass yourself in front of a guy who you thought would maybe be willing to make out with you in the future by talking about dodgeball and having him laugh at your excessive use of the word "balls" (Seriously, try talking about dodgeball without using the word "balls" - not easy).

At some point in one of the 2 days of drunken daytime revelry, Rebekah mentioned to me that in the next 6 months there will possibly be a room opening up in the apartment she shares with our other friend Marissa. It's a super cheap yet cute apartment, the roommates would obviously be fabulous as both Rebekah and Marissa fall into the category of friends that I like to call "people who are awesome but who I don't see nearly as often as I would like," and it's far enough in the future that I could seriously consider it because, fingers crossed, maybe I'll have a job by then.

Which leads me to think: could I ever be one of THOSE people? You know, THOSE people. The ones that..don't live in Manhattan.

Despite the fact that I spent the first 8 years of my life in Queens, thereby proving that I have actually already been one of THOSE people, ever since graduating college I've always just considered myself a tried and true Manhattan snob. I've lived there and worked there and played there and even though I now live in New Jersey, more of my life is in Manhattan than in the Jerz.

The thing that really intrigues me about the prospect of living in Brooklyn (aside from how cheap it is) is that it's so new to me. I don't know much about the BK's unique little neighborhoods, or how to get from one place to the other without HopStopping it first. The people are different and so is the vibe. While there are many MANY things I still don't know about Manhattan, I long ago achieved a level of comfort there that dissipates when I leave the borough. The times over the years that I've been to Brooklyn and Queens (the only parts of the Bronx that I know are Yankee Stadium and Lacey's apartment, and Staten Island can take Angelina and go far, far away as far as I'm concerned - please leave Vinny here though, love him) have shown me that, *gasp*, there's so much more to learn and see and experience in my beloved city that maybe, just maybe, I could get used to something else.

So...we shall see. Will I defy my Manhattan-is-the-best-place-ever ideals and consider living in a different borough? Only time will tell.