My Laundry Room Romance

Good Morning. :)

Last night I got to live out a minor fantasy. Ok so I understand how completely absurd this is but ... I always glamorized the idea of doing laundry in a laundromat. I always loved watching shows where they would lug their laundry in and sit on the washers waiting for their clothes to be done. I felt like it could be a cool way to meet people. Now I know I'm a surrealist in many ways but things like this just make me happy.

So, while I didn't meet anyone I really did enjoy myself. I walked in, put my $5 in the change machine and got my 19 quarters back...yep, 19, not sure why they don't give 20 quarters, oh the city. I put in my two loads, sat down on the orange and yellow 50s style plastic chairs, and threw my feet on top of a few of them and opened my book to read. Just as I was about to rejoin Raskolnikov's journey to freedom my best friend Chris called.

Perfect. I always like talking to Chris. He's like the older brother I never had except we are much closer I think than if we really were related. We fight at times like siblings and it always makes me laugh how intense he gets. While my clothes were twirling around in the water and bubbles, Chris and I were able to plan our road trip to Portland. Chris and I have the same taste in music. I think the best part of the trip will be the car ride there. We will most likely fight about it and I will try to convince him to play my ipod and after a few sarcastic words from him I'll win. So our plan is to drive to Oregon and walk around the town he was from then head over to see his sister Tiffany in Portland. While there it's all about eating good food, going to a concert, taking sweet photos and breathing in the wonderful Oregon air.

Tiff and I are kindred spirits. We became sisters almost immediately. We've never actually met but I know she will be a life-long friend. Our souls connect. <3

So eventually my load finished up in the large dryer and I grabbed my warm clean t-shirts, undies and socks to my apt to fold them. Walking down California St. to my apartment, I smiled to myself and quietly chuckled because I realized I finally had the opportunity to do my laundry in a laundromat.

Sometimes there is more beauty in the mundane than you realize. Just don't forget to look.