I make a lot of difficult decisions - frozen pizza or delivery, for example. But none more difficult than my decision Saturday - the blue scooter or the black scooter. Or what about the red scooter... oooh orange!
Friday before I left work the Boss Man told me the blue one matched my "icey" personality. Carolyn said anybody can drive black. But my boyfriend was in favor of the black because if he ever took it for a spin a powder blue scooter is... so badass he couldn't handle it! (Ok that's not exactly what he said.)
The red looked more retro to me. The blue one was so cute I wanted to hug it. But ooh shiny! Look at the black one!
The guys from Metro tried to help me decide. Ray (my boyfriend not my dad) tried to help too. Even a stranger weighed in. But ultimately everyone walked away because I had that "all you dudes need to drink a big cup of shut the hell up so I can think because this is serious!" look on my face.
Then, the baby blue scooter was all "Helloooo soulmate." And I was all, "You my Boo!"
So, with all due respect to my first love, Stella, I can now go 60 on my new baby blue ride. 'Cause that's exactly the kind of bad-assery I need on two wheels.
Then I celebrated at The Precinct with steak and wine and crack potatoes. So basically Saturday was the best day of my life.
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Sooo ... does that mean Stella's up for grabs?
Blue is always a good choice.
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