*blue balls not included.
Without further ado, since I spent majority of my weekend in a dreamscape (read: sick in bed), I only have the auto show experience to share. If you can believe, in all my many years in the Cleve-metro area, I have never been to the auto show. No time like the present (and free tickets courtesy of my friend’s car’s superior status).
Loved the throw-back to the old Challenger. Since I’m a Ford-junky (yes, don’t hate), once I sat into the Escape, I wanted my old truck back. I’m considering a test-drive in the new Edge. The Jeep off-roading adventure was sweet. I didn’t realize the (small) Jeep Liberty had the same capabilities of hills, mud puddles and 3-wheels-on-the-ground manueverabilities as its bigger SUV counterparts. It was sweet going roller coaster straight-down a (what 3-story?) hill and you’re in a car!
Drooling over cars I’ll never have enough money to put towards a monthly payment, only made me hungry for the giant sandwiches at The Public House at Kamm’s Corner. 10 o’clock!
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
