So, while my scallops are thawing and my chardonnay is chilling, I will tell you about one of my current stresses.
I'm stressing about the coin op laundry at my new apartment. There's one washer and dryer for a building of 7 apartments and we're each assigned our own day. My apartment's day is Friday.
When the hell am I supposed to do laundry on a Friday? There's work, then happy hour, maybe even a date eventually! The manager tells me I can try and switch days with someone, but that seems like a lot of work.
So I'm actually thinking about......
(my mother is going to lose it)
There's a new place that's recently opened in Fremont (conveniently on my way to and from work) that's a drop off, wash-n-fold place. It's all very New York.
I used to tease Julie when she would tell me she couldn't remember the last time she did laundry. They always just sent it out. And I believe she said the same thing in Chicago when I mentioned what a pain in the ass it was going to be not having a washer and dryer - "Oh, just send it out!" Come on! I'm a down-to-earth Seattle chick. We don't send our laundry "out"! We scrounge around for quarters, then meet hot men in the laundry room as we fold our delicates. Hmph, send it out.....
It don't seem like such a bad idea. There's someone willing to do it while I slave away at work all day? It's almost like having an unemployed boyfriend again. Except I'm paying him for his services. Which, technically, makes him a prostitute. Which I'm fine with if my clothes are getting clean and I don't have to stay home on a Friday night to do it.
Maybe there's even a place in Ballard.....?