She was a nerdy & curvy IT tech with my comp tickets and a desire to not be at work on a holiday weekend.
The winds of fate and a complete jugfuck of an Independence day festival brought us together in the wilderness of HoboShank, GA, on a magical weekend of half built sets, Virginia reels, and fireworks I never saw the paperwork for but the statue of limitations has probably expired anyway.
She was mistaken for crew and never bothered to correct anyone's assumptions.
Somewhere between the explosions and the heat exhaustion, she decided I was worth keeping.
As the sun goes down and the forest rednecks keep setting off more fireworks, I thank Frigga that she still does.
And they all blew shit up happily ever after.