Baby, We Were Born To Run ...

Here it is already January 4th and I'm in the office wearing my white Body By Victoria thong, listening to the "Big in 05" station on Radio VH1 (nice choice, except for the repeated shuffle of "Pussycat Dolls" songs into the mix). I'm sporting my new lime green dress shirt with my most powerful black suit, as I'm taking Mooney to see "Wicked" tonight at the Kennedy Center for her birthday. But a dark cloud falls on the festivities, as I sit here thinking about Chaz soaking up the sun in Aruba with ANOTHER WOMAN (oh the horror!).

The plans for this trip were in effect before I ever reaquainted myself with Chaz, but regardless, it still doesn't make it any easier to quash the musings of that little green monster of jealousy. Aruba: sun, drinks, bikinis, missing American teenage girls, the threat of the lucrative sex-slave trade. What more could one ask for in a mid-winter getaway? What more could he want ... besides me, of course?

At least we had a good New Year weekend. Chaz had been in Boston visiting his old mates for Christmas, so I joined him up there on December 29th (if it was only that easy). I had awoken at 4:30 AM on the 29th, all packed and ready to go to National for my flight to Boston. I was beside myself with excitement, as I was going to land at 8:15AM and we would have the whole gorgeous day to enjoy Boston together. I hailed a taxi at 5:15 on the Circle and made a bee-line for National, arriving just after 5:30 with still an hour prior to departure, I'm such a consciencious traveler. I tried checking in at United and they directed me to US Airways. For the next hour, I was berated and treated like common trash as it was discovered that I was actually booked to leave from Washington-Dulles. To make a long story short, I didn't arrive in Boston until close to 4 that afternoon (nearly 8 hours after I was originally scheduled to land).

But we let that bother us not, as Chaz and I checked into our suite at the Boston Marriott Copley Place and had a wonderful afternoon exploring the area around our hotel. On Friday, we had wonderfully pleasant weather and decided to be extra-touristy and board an Old Town Trolley for a 2 hour tour around Boston and Cambridge. We had a great time laughing our way through Boston, thanks to our tourguides Mr. Wiley and "Peter" (whom, I may add, may have missed his calling as a Broadway star). Then we went shopping on Newbury Street and bought new pairs of designer jeans -- I mean, WHO DOESN'T need new jeans?

That evening, we had dinner at Troquet on Boylston Street ... a definite recommendation for any wine fans. The oxtail canneloni is to die for -- and the chef's tasting paired with (5) different wines is definitely a must. After Troquet, we went to the Wang Center and saw "White Christmas" and laughed our way through the $17 balsamic vinegar (read: red wine) we had at the theater. Later that evening, we found ourselves sitting in the lounge at the top of the Prudential Center, enjoying some drinks and hearing some great jazz with a breathtaking view of Boston.

Saturday, we woke up at 8 and went for an 8 mile run around the Charles River with a victory lap across the Harvard Bridge, of course. We napped that afternoon and then ventured back to Newbury Street for some more shopping and an afternoon stop at Tealuxe for some refreshments. It began to snow at about 5:30 as we enjoyed the New Years Eve parade down Boylston Street. We had some drinks in a bar and went back to the hotel to prepare for our festivities that night. We were all dressed and ready to go, but at the last minute, decided to stay in and enjoy each other's company.

We had a wonderful night, only to be marred by Chaz having to leave at 4:30 on New Years morning to be at the airport to go to Aruba. I can't say I don't miss him terribly, because I do. Can't wait for him to get back on Sunday ...