company

::mood:: incredibly tired, but not one bit sleepy
::music:: harpsichord music, on opr radio

here i sit. at home. on a saturday night.

the thunder is bellowing outside; while the blinding lightning flashes through the curtains; and the threat of rain looms just on the horizon. i did always love a nighttime thunderstorm...

i would have liked to go to the gypsy tonight...to see wendy nichol.

i thought about calling someone to go with me. but ryan is out of town, at a wedding. lacey is already busy at another party, and moving tomorrow. nathan is married. i don't want to bother him or sharon any more than i have to. erin lives way too far away to hang out till 1 am in tulsa. maybe amanda would have liked to come; but for some weird reason, i just haven't called her.

i really just wanted to chill with a good book, good music, good coffee, and some good company. you know, the kind where you don't really have to say anything to be cool. where silence is comfortable. where talking doesn't mean you have to have anything brilliant to say. and where you can agree to disagree. where it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says, as long as you both know you're having an honest to goodness good time.

maybe i'm just reaching for something that's not there. for me. for now.

the thunder and lighning haven't let up. and the threat of rain has now turned into the torrential downpour that i hear beating down on the roof. maybe i won't drive downtown afterall.

ok, it's time for some jazz.