Boston Confidential

Just a novice runner unhealthily obsessed with the shiny future and trying to collect as many T-shirts as possible

Friday, April 28, 2006

That's What I am Talkin' About!

The office is a morgue on Fridays as about half of the staff (including me) works from home. Not today though. I made my way in here after taking a few days off this week to take care of my cat. Anywho, I just turned on the radio to liven this place up and the Beastie Boys are on. This is the way to start the day!! I am going to bring in my Paul's Boutique and crank it on those crappy that invariably occur around here.

I need all the good vibes I can get as I just had a shocker. G. & I were walking on Comm Ave. on our way back to my place after dinner when I heard someone call me name. I turned around to see a vaguely familiar girl jogging with a strange guy. As she got closer, I saw that the reason she was "vaguely" familiar is that she has lost a lot of weight and is absolutely stunning. Her running partner and she were all smiles and it was good to see her. She lived in Brussels last year for a few months and I had not seen her since she came back.

She asked how I was doing and her running partner said, "Don't you have something to say?" She laughed and said, "OK, we're getting married! In July." OK, OK, OK, they met about 3 months after I met G. and they are getting married. This is the THIRD couple that met about when we did and are getting married (the other two already made it to the altar). What the hell is going on with us? With him, I should say. C'mon, if we don't know by now, what are we doing together? This is just getting old.

G. knows that I was affected by this chance encounter and tried to be extra sweet and upbeat the rest of the night but I was in a daze. I think the fact that I did not comment at all or take the opportunity to "talk about us" scared him. I have noticed that guys are more unnerved by silence than by a straight on "talk". Let him think I am questioning everything. I have nothing to say.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

It's a great day to be alive but...

When I walk to work a beautiful spring day such as this one, I can't help but be happy.

I need all the assistance from nature that I can get because something very upsetting has happened: my little cat Chester is sick. He's only 9 and I do not know how this could have happened. Paxton (my other Siamese) is totally fine but Chester is really skinny, weak and citically anemic. We've already had one emergecy room visit to Angell Memorial (I went home with a still-sick cat and $581.00 poorer). I never thought we'd be going through this anytime soon as his live expectancy is 20-25 and he is and an indoor cat. I have to give him pills and liquid medicine which is just a nightmare for all of us. I am cautiously optimistic about his chances for recovery and we're seeing his vet Thursday for some more tests.

G. proved himself (AGAIN!) to be a dope guy and has gone by my place to check on Chester while I am at work and has even helped me give him his meds. This from a guy who is allergic to cats. And he's a handsome fella to boot!

Having a sick cat has made me sentimental and understanding. Even the beggars howling at me up and down Boyslton and Newbury streets don't bother me. I just just rudge home after the gym, afraid of what I am going to find when I open the door to my condo...

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Good time had by all, except for the all the losing going on...

After the game last night, the Blue Jays awarded David Wells with an MVP award. I knew he was Toronto’s best player on the field but still, I was shocked.

At least we had some fun people in our section. Just for yucks, we'd chant "Wily Mo You're Da Man!" to make him look at us. It worked! One guy took it to the extreme though by running out on to the field (from our section - we were in a field box) to high-five Pena. News Flash for Jackass Fan: Pena hates you and so do we.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Miracle of Marlborough Street

I actually got out of bed at 5;45 and made it to Healthworks for the 6:30 running club departure. Incredible. I have so many people to thank: the makers of Ambien, the author of "Snow" (puts me right out) and of course, my significant other for shaming me into getting my getting-fat ass into gear this spring.

So much to look forward to today. This'll be my first Red Sox game of the season and we got box seats right in front of the right outfielder. I know that Trot Nixon is out of commission so I guess we'll be getting to know the new guy (Adam Stern?) pretty well as we'll be staring right at him for most of the night.

Nothing compares to the feeling of following the crowd up to Kenmore Square, grabbing a bite at Game On and then giving the ticket taker our Golden tickets on Yawkee Way.

OK, I have to go concentrate on not overeating. I read about this lip gloss (Promise) that curbs appetite and "promises" thin thighs. Anyone who buys this must immediately surrender her high school diploma to the issuing high school. No questions asked.

Friday, April 07, 2006

God, I miss binge drinking!

So I thought that cutting down on and ultimately eliminating, my binge drinking would cause me to shed "those unwanted pounds" we all hear so much about in the "Special Advertising Section" of magazine. No such result here though. Eleven weeks without a drink and I weigh about .5 lbs more than I did after my last black-out.

There are upsides of course: no hangovers, no regrets, no requisite morning-after apology calls to make to Bush-supporters and others I may have come across whilst on a bender. Oh, and I spend a lot less too. When the happy hour / apres ski check comes the conversation goes something like this: "Ok, looks like everyone owes $32 each, tip included. Except Mia who only had a seltzer water. You owe $5. Me: Sweet."

Maybe I am eating more than I normally do because, hell, you have to put SOMETHING in your mouth at a bar and now that I have quit smoking and drinking, my choices are limited. I am all about excuses, folks!

Monday, April 03, 2006

When it's over, that's the time I fall in love again...

For all of my complaining about how we had to spend every friggin' weekend in Vermont this winter, I am sad that the season is over.
The skiing this past weekend was "Southern-Vermont-in-April's-Finest" with bare patches and mud everywhere. I only did one run in the slush and my little quads could not take it anymore. G. did about 8 runs while I soaked up the sun from an Adirondack chair at the base of the mountain. All in all, a good season as I finally conquered my fear of the Black Diamonds.

Now that Spring is in the air, it's time to concentrate on getting out of this hellhole of an company and to start running after work. First things first: I am on my third interview for the
Dream Job of a Lifetime. Please help me God. As for the latter goal, Healthworks starts its running club this Wednesday morning. I plan to make a pathetic attempt at doing 5 miles. If I run anything like I did in the Run to Remember, it should take me about 50 mins (I said my running was pathetic!).