A rather long warm fuzzy, but here goes....
Thursday I don't think I talked to anyone. Exept the bartenders, who I tend to get along with, having been one myself.
Friday, during the day, I don't think I spoke to anyone either, aside from (again) the bartenders and a local couple I talked business with at lunch (talking with strangers I'll never see again is easy). But I was starting to relax, despite Vegas.
Friday night, I got into a conversation with Tobias and Dr. Adequate, which later involved other JREFers, that lasted til sunup, and it was then that it really sank in that I didn't have to watch what I said all the time (which is my daily experience).
By Saturday evening I was quite at home at the Garden Bar.
Sunday I even ventured out to the Nuke museum with other forumites.
This is a big deal for me.
Monday, I'm back home, and I'm feeling good and relaxed, despite the jet lag... until I venture out for supper, having depleted my fridge before I left.
There, I was reading a back issue of Skeptic I'd bought at TAM, which featured an image of a ouija board on the page I was reading when the waitress noticed it and asked what I was reading.
I told her it was an article on facilitated communication with autistics, and that seemed to satisfy her, but she launched into a description of her experiences with the paranormal.
Another waitress came by and asked "What book is that?"
The old knot re-tied itself in my stomach.
I simply held up the magazine so she could see the cover. She squinted a bit and nodded.
Tuesday I returned to work. With the painting of Jesus in the hallway. The call to devotional at 9:15. The solicitation of prayer requests for the monthly newsletter.
I had to assign one of my writers to select scripture for our email subscribers.
The iron maiden closed in around me. I could feel the anger, the paranoia, the misanthropy returning like some latent disease.
But at least now I know that there's a group of skeptics meeting at a bar -- one I know well -- every month in the nearby metropolis.
At least now, 12 times a year, I'll again be in the company of people I can be relaxed and easy with.
Thanks, TAM.