“My New Year’s resolution is to not have sex with you.” — Summer Guy, January 2007
Though SG is heading to Boston in three weekends’ time, I don’t think he’ll have any trouble keeping that resolution. Besides the fact that a sexual encounter would necessitate large amounts of alcohol, the twin beds at Harvard College barely accommodate happy couples. Bickering exes? Out of the question. Also, since discovering that I’m off-the-market, SG’s already asked if Terra (who he met while visiting London mid-relationship with me) is fair game. I ran the idea past her. After all, we seem to have a habit of sharing men.
In addition to the ever-ingratiating SG, one of my best girlfriends from high school, Cece, is flying out Sunday to spend her spring quarter at Dartmouth (she’s currently at UCSD). My mother has also been hinting for weeks that little sister G. Chen should pay a visit in April — not happening, but nice try. It’s like California has been transported to my New England backyard. How spectacular.
This, of course, means that I actually have to figure out the culturally significant sites of the Boston area lest I have nowhere to take West Coast guests. Off the top of my head, I can only come up with Louis Boston, a couple sushi restaurants, and the MFA. Clearly, I’ve got to get out of my Cambridge bubble more often.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out the details of my next trip home. With New York accommodations and internships undetermined, I may visit Los Angeles as early as June or as late as August. Either way, I’m packing light. I’m not staying for more than two weeks this time. Just long enough a return to do the biannual getaway with high school friends, grab Sunday dim sum with my family, and turn a few shades darker before junior year starts.