baby, be good
12:00 p.m. - 07.31.02
woke up yesterday at noon by Chris' phone call. he emailed me 2 weeks ago asking to go to a movie or something and i didn't get back to him until monday night. i called instead of emailed and left him a voice mail ansering his email question of my scheduled radio co-host appearance. he asked how grandma was doing, too.
he asked again if i wanted to do something one afternoon soon. he suggested the history museum. i told him that i haven't been there since i was about 8.
later on i got some edgy news about grandma. i was tired of feeling alone. i kept flashing back to nice, casual thought about chris. then i felt selfish calling him up 5 hours later inviting myself over.
i got there at 6. we had one beer and a joint.we talked for an hour, then he played 'baby, be good' or 'baby girl be good' i can't remember. it's been so long since i smoked. and i wasn't feeling bad about it at that moment. that was the most beautiful song i ever heard. it was from 1966 and it was on vynyl. we both sat in those comfy chairs and just listened.
then i began to think how nice it could be if i could spend more time talking with chris and spend hours listening to music with him.
well, i was getting a little nervous before the music came on. one of the first things i liked about yesterday evening is that he kept the conversation seperate from the music. when we were talink about art, music, creativity, our society and overly consumed nation, and i was beginig to get a little nervous. i liked and understood about everything he had to say. i have no idea about his thoughts thogh because MY PRESENT circumstances; i don't know if my feelings are a reaction to the changing events out of me? am i manic now? am i norma now? did i really just had the best time of my life last night?
baby, be good - 07.31.02
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