It is Friday night. Trying to decide what I am going to do this evening. I was asked out to meet up with some people for drinks. It is the classic set up. What one of the gals wants to do is set me up with a friend of hers. I told her I knew what was up and she actually confessed. I love honesty. She said she didn't want me to know because she knows I am not a very social person anymore. I told her that since she was honest with me, I will be honest with her... I really didn't want to go. Not that I didn't want to meet said friend, I just am far from one to go and stand around at a nightclub screaming over the dj to try and make getting to know you chit chat. She said that she understood completely. Which means... she totally gets that I am club-phobic (read: booze phobic) anymore.

Man I use to love to go out. I loved going to the Clubs. Three sometimes Four nights a week. I would be there. I would dance and drink and dance and drink. Now... its just loud, the cocktails are expensive and I have to drive home and can't afford the consequences of a DUI.

So instead I am putting on a Blossom Dearie cd and staying home. I am very much thinking that in December I will go see her, if she is still playing here (as that is when I will actually have vacation time. I keep coming back to my appreciation of Blossom Dearie. There is something about her voice that is so calming, it will be just the thing I need this evening. I actually went and bought a bunch of cds last summer for my Mom who didn't know of her. I actually introduced her to something old but new. It was a wonderful thing.

I do have to go to Tower Records at some point tonite though. I have been trying desperately to find a magazine that no one seems to carry except Tower. That is where I was first introduced to the brilliance that was DAVKA (R.I.P.) (thanks to he who reads this occasionally who showed it to me way back then and got me hooked - see I have great memories still to this day...) which is now the pre-cursor to Heeb (which is close but not nearly as good, I think its purely generational and I can accept it). The reason why I fear Tower is I can NOT ever seem to be able to walk out of there for under a hundred bucks. I buy music, dvds and books and crap that I can't find anywhere else. I have a list and I am such an addictive little compulsive media shopper. And they are so expensive it just slays me. Sometimes I get a good dvd deal now and again but its rare and a dangerous slope for me to slip on.

Oh well.

Time to put in some great music and relax for a bit, before I decide what the evening completely has in store for me.