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keshwyn up at the airport. Including conversations with teinedreugan along the lines of, "Okay, if the plane gets in at nine, when do we have to leave?"
There was a great deal of questing for ice cream, possibly related to the fact that I ate a half-pint of Tosci's cinnamon ice cream yesterday. We wound up with miscellaneous people sitting around at a place where they'll make ice cream up according to a selection of boxes on the menu while you wait (I forgot to ask for strawberries). Then we askedsuzimoses if she wanted to come with us to Chincoteague to quest for the M&M ice cream at one of the ice cream joints there, and I got a thing of ice cream before noticing we were there, and had to get another bowl of ice cream to get the M&M ice cream I wanted. (But teinedreugan said we could.)
Then we went and sat in the back at a booth where I had to climb under the table and then up the wall to get onto the bench, and listened tooneironaut and my cousin discuss their hair. (This included the exchange, "My hair is horribly oily." "So is mine. That's why it stinks!") The people two tables down asked us for their nine-year-old, I'm guessing because we had people of a similar skin tint with us, but we hadn't seen any such; while we were in the middle of explaining that she wandered around the corner and stared at us all quizzically.
(I'm writing this down here to remember it, because I keep forgetting to bring the book I got for writing dreams down in up to sit by the bed where I can write them down, and also because I thought I'd share.)
keshwyn up at the airport. Including conversations with teinedreugan along the lines of, "Okay, if the plane gets in at nine, when do we have to leave?"There was a great deal of questing for ice cream, possibly related to the fact that I ate a half-pint of Tosci's cinnamon ice cream yesterday. We wound up with miscellaneous people sitting around at a place where they'll make ice cream up according to a selection of boxes on the menu while you wait (I forgot to ask for strawberries). Then we asked
suzimoses if she wanted to come with us to Chincoteague to quest for the M&M ice cream at one of the ice cream joints there, and I got a thing of ice cream before noticing we were there, and had to get another bowl of ice cream to get the M&M ice cream I wanted. (But teinedreugan said we could.)Then we went and sat in the back at a booth where I had to climb under the table and then up the wall to get onto the bench, and listened to
oneironaut and my cousin discuss their hair. (This included the exchange, "My hair is horribly oily." "So is mine. That's why it stinks!") The people two tables down asked us for their nine-year-old, I'm guessing because we had people of a similar skin tint with us, but we hadn't seen any such; while we were in the middle of explaining that she wandered around the corner and stared at us all quizzically.(I'm writing this down here to remember it, because I keep forgetting to bring the book I got for writing dreams down in up to sit by the bed where I can write them down, and also because I thought I'd share.)
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