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aelisdeliria escaped after less than an hour. Too loud, too many people. Was good to see those people I _did_ interact with, though. Must go about being a bit more one-on-one social with people, I think.
On the way back was the most surreal experience driving home has ever been.aelisdeliria happened to mention that the person driving next to us (who ended up being behind us when I tried to find him) had a fairly large, realistic dildo, in his hand. I was thoroughly amused, and pulled over to the right in order to let him pass, so I could look, exclaiming as I did this "Hey! I want to see your dildo!" (not that anyone else could hear me, being on the highway and all).
Indeed, as mentioned, the driver was in fact holding a fairly large and realistic-looking dildo, which made me laugh for a while. Then, however, after I moved back over to the left, he went to the right lane, next to us, and proceeded to pace us, alternating driving normally (as normally as one can with a dildo in one's hand!), going down on his dildo, and sucking on the balls. Talk about a surreal, and amusing, experience! Quite entertaining, and I think he kept it up until he had to get off the highway, because he vanished at some point.
Dude. I'm so pleased by the increase in the surreality quotient of my day!
And, on a _completely_ unrelated note, I noticed earlier today that I have a piece of phrasing in my head which is not my own, and I don't know whose it _is_. I call everything thingy, especially in spoken conversation. But, as of this afternoon, I noticed that after a fair number (not all, but I couldn't determine the pattern) of the times I'd say 'thingy', the next thought I had would be 'it's a fiendish thingy!'. But I don't know whose phrasing that is, although I'm sure it must be someone I know in-person. And probably fairly well, since I don't pick up people's phrases without a fair amount of in-person interactions. 'Tis a bit strange to have phrasing I know are not mine wandering around in my head, and not be able to place where they came from!
*shakes head* Why yes, the internal landscape of my brain _is_ a strange and crazy place. ;)
aelisdeliria escaped after less than an hour. Too loud, too many people. Was good to see those people I _did_ interact with, though. Must go about being a bit more one-on-one social with people, I think.On the way back was the most surreal experience driving home has ever been.
aelisdeliria happened to mention that the person driving next to us (who ended up being behind us when I tried to find him) had a fairly large, realistic dildo, in his hand. I was thoroughly amused, and pulled over to the right in order to let him pass, so I could look, exclaiming as I did this "Hey! I want to see your dildo!" (not that anyone else could hear me, being on the highway and all).Indeed, as mentioned, the driver was in fact holding a fairly large and realistic-looking dildo, which made me laugh for a while. Then, however, after I moved back over to the left, he went to the right lane, next to us, and proceeded to pace us, alternating driving normally (as normally as one can with a dildo in one's hand!), going down on his dildo, and sucking on the balls. Talk about a surreal, and amusing, experience! Quite entertaining, and I think he kept it up until he had to get off the highway, because he vanished at some point.
Dude. I'm so pleased by the increase in the surreality quotient of my day!
And, on a _completely_ unrelated note, I noticed earlier today that I have a piece of phrasing in my head which is not my own, and I don't know whose it _is_. I call everything thingy, especially in spoken conversation. But, as of this afternoon, I noticed that after a fair number (not all, but I couldn't determine the pattern) of the times I'd say 'thingy', the next thought I had would be 'it's a fiendish thingy!'. But I don't know whose phrasing that is, although I'm sure it must be someone I know in-person. And probably fairly well, since I don't pick up people's phrases without a fair amount of in-person interactions. 'Tis a bit strange to have phrasing I know are not mine wandering around in my head, and not be able to place where they came from!
*shakes head* Why yes, the internal landscape of my brain _is_ a strange and crazy place. ;)
