Came home from work Friday evening and gathered practically every stitch of clothing that I own and went to the laundromat. Uh, yeah. I think my entire wardrobe was dirty. I was on the brink of a panty crisis. The supply was approaching an all-time low. I think the only pair left were the granny panties I had to buy a couple years ago when I dressed as Mary Catherine Gallagher for Halloween. Yeesh. Id go commando before Id ever wear them again! Why am I still keeping them anyway??
Good thing about doing laundry on a Friday night is that there are plenty of machines to choose from. Hardly a soul in there, which made it a little boring. When I go to the laundromat, I love to observe. Why are you doing your laundry here? Whats your story? Nice Scooby Doo sheets there, mister. What the hell is that stain??! Ew! I am constantly on the verge of being busted for staring at everyones business. This time, there was one girl there who was frantically throwing garbagebagsfull of clothes into the washers and then the dryers. Strikingly pretty, covered in colorful tattoos from the neck down, and with a shock of brilliant red over jet-black pigtails, I gathered that she was in the throes of a panty crisis herself, and was rushing so that she could make it to her gig later that night. It was a struggle to take my eyes away from the frenzy when my wash loads were done.
And my thing is, I dont run too many items through the dryer. Unless its sheets and towels or jeans and such, its probably going to be hung dry. So once home, everything went on either the drying rack or on hangers and then hung strategically throughout the apartment. And with so much laundry, my apartment looked like a second-hand boutique at that point!
I guess that will teach me to wait so long between visits to my friendly local laundry. Eh. Probably not.
By the time Id gotten everything hung and all the windows open to blow the breeze through, I was getting weary. So, in true bachelorette form, I turned on the TV, stripped down to my undies (I might have even scratched at some point!), and fell asleep on the sofa.
Saturday morning, I was awakened by rays of sunlight, a crisp breeze, chirping birds, and beautiful chimes. It was surreal, and I almost thought I was still dreaming. Id forgotten that it was graduation day. And because I live literally across the street from a university campus, the street was alive with activity (and the clock chimes were going crazy!).
I jumped off the couch and started my coffee and buzzed through the apartment, whipping clothes off of every possible hanging spot and stuffing them into my closet and in the proper drawers. Ek. My apartments getting really crowded. Luckily, my upstairs neighbor has been talking about having a yard sale in a few weeks. What a great incentive for me to clear out some closet space! And a chance to see if I can part with some of my treasures (maybe the Mary Catherine garb?).
Off to the gym by 9:00. Hooray! Oh what a difference not getting sloppy drunk on Friday makes! I was singing at the top of my lungs in the car. Id forgotten how much I love this CD. I made my 9:15 class with minutes to spare! Gave it a good go and was back home by 10:45.
The rest of the day was spent running small errands (car wash, grocery store, etc.) and making quick phone calls and sorta kinda tentative plans for the evening.
The sorta kinda turned out to be nix, nil, nada.
I did end up getting a late, late invite from Marley to go to some liquor-tasting something-or-other (bluh). But by the time he called, I was already in project mode (see previous entry). I let Marley have a conversation with my voice mail instead of answering his call.
Again, in all my bachelorette-style glory, I watched Saturday Night Live for the first time in many moons. Um.. What to say? Sucky? Wynona looked kinda cute (though she makes a horrible Bjork), but one joke about shoplifting in the previews was enough. Running it into the ground just made her look like a silly foo. Moby, on the other hand, was darling and now I have a goofy puppy crush on him.
The flickering TV put me to sleep before the end. Maybe I missed some redeeming skit??
Sunday morning, I was awakened by the hungry kitty all up in my face. Certainly not as pleasant as the chimes. I stumbled around for a while, fed kit, made coffee, got online, ate cereal, blah diddy blah for a long time.
Finally, I looked at my mobile phone and noticed that Id missed not just one call (from Marley inviting me to the party the night before), but FIVE!
My missed call phone log looked something like this:
7:55 pm: Marley
12:48 am: Marley
1:55 am: Devin
2:38 am: Marley
3:44 am: Marley
Okay. (A) I am a very sound sleeper, and (B) WTF?? Look Losers. I am no longer a freshman in college. Yes. I love to go out and party. Yes, I love to go out with you guys. But show me some fucking respect, would you pleeeeaaaassseee??! Ask me out at least a few hours in advance, preferably a day or so. Damn!
The one that disappoints me the most is Devin. He actually left me a message (at two in the friggin morning) basically asking if I was out and about and letting me know that I was welcome to stop by because he was having about twenty people over. Um. Thats really nice and fun and exciting when youre, say like, 20 and youre running around with a bunch of your girlfriends and youve been digging this guy.
But hello! Were both THIRTY-FOUR!
*long sigh*
Thats all I got to say about that.
Marley can pretty much just kiss my ass. Especially since he called me again at around noon asking me if I wanted to go hang out at the patio bar. I really did want to go and I told him I would, but I wanted Lovely L. or someone to go with me. But Lovely L. was hanging out at her next door nieghbors pool and I ended up going there instead.
And it was there that I stayed for the rest of the afternoon. Sipping a couple of specially-made cocktails (Dirks secret recipe), relaxing by the pool, and laughing with my buds. Thats the way (uh huh, uh huh) I like it.
And the weekend went out just the way that it came in: gently washed away with a few suds.
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