*blue balls not included.
Is it the free 3 Olives-flavored vodka and Quintessential Gin at Velvet Dog at Happy Hour? (Seriously how many servings of gin do you need before you just start calling it “Q?”)
Was it the free “Cherry Bomb” panties the bartender gave me? (Just me then?)
Is it the hour-long attempt at downing a 3-cheese hamburger at the Kenilworth (followed by some french fries and wings)?
Was it the random drunk email I received around 4am from the Cinci-guy I met on New Year’s Eve? (and a drunken text message apology for the drunk email)
Eh, just Friday…
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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.
