I was doing a little clothes shopping at the 'ol Planet Exchange when I got into a conversation with some chick about the new store's layout. Nice girl named "Chris". 24 year old marketing major who had a vast knowledge of sci-fi and useless facts that nobody cares about. Anyway, we had a discussion about Aliens vs. Predator and how much it sucked monkey balls which was cool and everything, until I started to get a little bored. Besides I really lost interest in her when I found out that she was only in town for the weekend visiting family before going back to Washington state so a Plan B possibility went right out the window.
She asked me if I was going to Boomsday later on tonight. Boomsday... the annual Labor Day event in Knoxville when all the unwashed yokels gather around by the thousands to see a bunch of fireworks being shot off over the river while cheesy 80s rock music blares in the background. "Lookit all dem purty colors, ma! HYUCK!" Fuck that.
I told her some bullshit line about having to get up early the next day for a road trip or something and wished her luck.
Too bad. If it weren't the whole living 2000 miles away thing, she could've had some potential.
Ah well....the search continues.
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