A day that started with a trip to the local laundromat ended with a meal at a fine dining establishment. Yep. That kind of duality in life keeps things interesting, to say the least. And those that don’t consider POD fine dining can sashay away. If the plates and portions are small and the prices are big it’s fine dining.
But that didn’t happen til later, so let’s take a few steps back. I’ma be honest and say that I’ve never actually had to go to a laundromat before. I was always privileged enough to have machines of washing and drying in my house. So when my boyfriends Rob and Tommy (for clarification purposes, not bragging) asked me to go along with them for a major trip to the laundromat–or more accurately when I invited myself–I was totally excited to try something new.
YES. I was excited to go to the laundromat. I even tried to dress extra cute for the excursion. Did I succeed, at least from the torso up? (Just say yes, for my self-esteem’s sake.)
I definitely helped. But I also definitely turned this trip into a photo extravaganza. I was taking pictures in anything that cast a reflection, and basically anything with color. My privilege was probably showing really hard because I’m sitting there taking pictures of clothes in the washer. I should have probably felt embarrassed, but I love the hot mess life. Like I shouldn’t be blamed if my poses bother other people. That’s a them problem, not a me problem.
I gained a few testosterones from all the lifting, carrying, folding, and transferring, and was thoroughly done afterward. That’s not my thing in life, manual labor. If I was supposed to move things around God would’ve given me bigger arms. I was made small and non-muscular for a reason. Although, to be fair, Rob and Tommy both asked me multiple times if I was fine carrying the heavy bag of laundry I opted to grab. The big bag was big and yellow, so it caught my attention, and it seemed much cuter than carrying one of the trash bags.
After my tiny arms stopped shaking from the heavy lifting we made reservations at POD, which I’ve wanted to go to forever–because HELLO cute aesthetic and yummy food–and were on the EL shortly after. We had our hearts set on getting a pod at POD, because they’re essentially these adorable eating areas where you’re separated and totally better than everyone at a regular table, and plus you can change the color in your little area. But when we arrived we were carted to a regular table. I hid my grimace from the host, but pouted extra hard at Rob and Tommy, who being much less diva than me, had already started looking at the menu, unaware that they were supposed to be feeling some type of way about not getting a pod. Soon enough we ordered our foods from an awkwardly cute waiter, who was probably around a 7, and then we waited.
In between ordering and waiting for our food I noticed that like 90% of the staff was totally attractive. It felt like a futuristic world where ugliness had been wiped out, leaving a human race of 7’s and up. It felt like Brave New World. Thankfully the delicious food–particularly the burn of wasabi–took my attention off everything except my plate. The only complaint I have was that the servings were small, but that’s what you get when you eat at fancy places like POD where you’re mostly paying for ambiance. While I may have been privileged enough to have a washer and dryer I was not nearly privileged enough to eat at places like this. I didn’t eat out much to be honest, so I was going to take pictures the house down before I left. And I also was intent on getting a cute photo of Rob and Tommy, because up to this point their faces had resisted candid photos.
Post-POD we decided to explore the local nerd joint called Redcap’s Corner, which, I won’t even lie, was a wonderland of goodies. If I’d had money in my wallet I may have been tempted to purchase something. But the gaming tournament that was going on in the back of the store, and the noticeable domination of men and lack of women in such a small space made me nervous. I quickly yanked Rob and Tommy out of the store so we could head home and be nerds there with some Borderlands 2 and RuPaul’s Drag Race.
If you’re still reading you might be wondering what the point of this post is besides me recounting the past week. Well, the point is that I’m talking about the stuff that makes me happy, because we all should. So much of life is spent on us venting about the bad shit that happens to us, which is fine. But shouldn’t we be spending more time delivering long, uncomfortable rants about the great day we had instead of how 40-year old Joe Schmo on the bus told you how gorgeous you were and asked if you thought he was attractive or if you thought a 7.5 inch cock was attractive (true story, it happened to me)? So if this post seems pointless to you, I won’t disagree, because maybe it is silly of me to think anyone cares what I’m doing with my life. But I’m still going to write anyway, because IDGAF. Bam!
Amidst all my public transportation usage of late I’ve fallen deep into reading. I never had a problem with reading, nor did I ever stop altogether, but in terms of novels and long-reads I definitely slowed down. After being forced to read things through my undergraduate career, I’d begun to think of reading books as more of a task and less of a thing to enjoy. I decided to start reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo per my stepdad’s recommendation, but perhaps even more so because of the great things I’ve heard about its main female character, Lisbeth Salander. Two words. Four syllables. Total badass.
Taking cues from Salander, I’ve begun to do and say whatever I want, when I want, and boy is it awesome. If I want to eat pizza and play video games I’m going to do it. If I want to play zombie board games and roleplay the characters I’m going to do it. If I want to vogue in the front seat of the car I’m definitely going to do it. I’ve never felt this free in my life and it’s completely indescribable.
I can never figure out how to end these really long vibe posts, so I’ll just do whatever I want. Above is a picture from a drawing game that Rob, Tommy, and I played. Tommy’s challenge was to draw ‘paranoid,’ and so he drew the picture with the red eyes. Rob and I were not even close to guessing the right answer, so eventually I just started channeling Family Guy. It was a great night for sure. Everyone should take a night or evening off to do nothing besides play board games. You won’t regret it; unless you play Monopoly.