*blue balls not included.
Arriving at a balmy desert temperature of 68 degrees (was it really warmer in Cleveland?), I had to be shuttled out to a parking garage full-o-cars. One special baby would be waiting for me courtesy of Enterprise.
The counter agent was fully friendly and intrusive, but I had the opportunity to bump up my car rental for a couple bucks a day to get a bigger car (puh-leez don’t give me a Toyota Prius!). I opted for a sedan similar to the shit-box-but-it’s-new I drive back home. And PLEASE stop talking about the freakin Yankee’s game! So, white/pink/yellow copies-go-to-these-people… blahblahblah, escalator two here… blahblahblah, two doors to the left there… blahblahblah, I meet up with a like-amiable attendant at the garage with an offering of bottled water (hopefully that doesn’t end up on my receipt). She apologizes that they ran out of sedans that day… oh shit. BUT they upgrade me at no charge to a brand-freakin-new Jeep Liberty Renegade!!! This vacation has already been worth its weight in over-charges. It goes without saying, I will buy this car within the next 6 months. I have been majorly-Ford-friendly after all these years, but I have jumped that ship.
So, you’ve already read the stressfully-planned “surprise” at Cracker Barrel. Afterward we took my niece to see “Ice Age 2.” Yes, that’s how I spent my first hour in Phoenix. I never would’ve seen the movie otherwise and it was hilarious — albeit some questionable child-appropriate material. Did they really just say ASS like 4 times in a row?
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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.
