PROMPT: Begin a story with a generalization.
“Engineers are so boring. All they ever do is study. What kind of party could they possibly throw?”
Kendra was complaining again and I was looking at the posters taped to the ground again.
“It’s gonna be fun. Just trust me.”
She looked up at the trees in exasperation. “I can’t believe it’s a Saturday night and you’re making me go to a lame party with engineers.”
There was a flyer for Bo Burnham’s upcoming concert. I made a mental of note of it.
Kendra didn’t notice that I didn’t respond. “And all in the name of a boy. Are you sure you want to date him? I mean, he’s an engineer after all.”
I tried to keep my voice from showing my very deep ire. “Would you keep an open mind? You haven’t even met any of these people yet. And Andrew is not boring or geeky or anything like that. He’s smart.”
Kendra smiled that smile friends have when they’re watching you squirm in the throes of a crush. “All right, I’m sorry. I’ll give Prince Charming a chance.”
“But just for the record, you owe me. I expect an awesome night out on Halloween in return for suffering through this Comicon Convention.”
I suppressed a groan. “It’s not a convention, it’s a frat party.”
“Yeah, an engineering frat party. I bet they’ll all be dressed in Chunky costumes.”
“You mean Chewey. Chewbacca.”
WE were getting closer. The flyers on the ground had started advertising research grants and coding marathons instead of concerts and performances. Looking up from the sidewalk, I discovered we were just about to reach the frat house.
It looked like any other. The lights were on, music was pounding, and a few people were standing around smoking outside. But they were talking about Battlestar Galactica.
Kendra gave me a glare. “I told you. Freakfest ’09.”
I rolled my eyes. It was probably better not to mention that I had an opinion on whether the original or the 2004 version were better. “Just give it a try.”
We walked inside the house and were suddenly among a throng of people. I paused and looked around, searching for Andrew.
Kendra stopped as well. “Oh. My. God.”
“What?” I looked at her, but she was staring at something in front of her. A male something.
Her face lit up in a smile, the smile that she uses to charm her way into someone’s heart. She glanced at me before stepping towards him.
“You were right. This isn’t lame at all.”