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[Dec. 12th, 2009|11:25 am]
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In Madison. Last night went out to dinner with my dad and my stepmom and his golfing buddies to a steakhouse in a tiny little enclave of buildings on the northern outskirts of Milton, a very small town which is itself a bit north of Janesville, a small town halfway to Illinois from Madison. A very Midwestern experience. This sort of thing gives me practice enjoying myself despite being one of the few sober people in a crowd of voluble drunk people, which I genuinely appreciate. Also practice being social amongst people who I cannot talk with much about anything I am expert in; which practice is equally healthy for me. Since it was Friday, I had some fried fish, and it was very tasty.

[User Picture]From: bhudson
2009-12-13 02:36 am (UTC)
I've taken a shortcut through Janesville (on US51 down from Edgerton, because I90 was clogged up from some presumably terrible accident).
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From: ext_112345
2009-12-15 04:00 am (UTC)
(sorry, I forgot to sign my previous comment; just delete it)

I recently discovered that the bar for successfully engaging conversations with strangers is lower than I expected. I spotted a random girl who wasn't already engaged in a conversation, took a big breath, and said: "Hi, I'm Sam. Who are you?". She noticed the robotic voice, but didn't ran away.

I have yet to discover how to escape from the seemingly stable state where everyone but me is already engaged in a conversation, however.
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