Enjoying my own company

It's important, to be able to enjoy your own company. Being alone does not have to mean being lonely. Tonight I am in a bar, and I'm drinking alone. I said that to myself and had the instant urge to divulge in self pity. Realistically speaking however, that wasn't what I was going for tonight. So forget that. This is not how the night started. I was playing trivia with friends in Somerville. They dropped me off to get the T at Porter. Not yet wanting to go home, I remembered this hole in the wall bar called Toad and as I suspected; there was good live music playing. So now I'm here, ordering a Jameson on the rocks...listening to a good blues band. Watching people. Swirling the ice in my cup. Watching the clock. Connecting with the music. Enjoying my own company. Feeling sad. Not feeling sad. Catching some flirtatious glances. Making friends with the bartender. Making small talk. I don't know any of these songs, but I like it that way. The keyboardist's hands move so fast it looks as though they are moving independently from his body. There is whiskey in my cup. It's a cold cold night. I'm alone. And it's ok.