Tragedy in the Lavanderia

Roommate and I took a trip across the street to the Lavanderia to do our laundry:

Since it is only across the street, we feel comfortable leaving and coming back when the cycle is done to transfer into the dryers, then leaving and coming back again to retrieve.

The Lavanderia was especially crowded with entire families, at least 3 but with full mother, father, and several kid quantities. The kids are running amuck as you would expect after being dragged down to a boring night at the Lavanderia. One girl pushed one of the laundry carts into me, albeit delicately, but she pushed it into me! To borrow a phrase from the Biggest Bitches I Have Ever Met (that live downstairs from me, to recap), "This is unacceptable." No one said anything either, so I turned around and said very nicely "oh no, don't do that!"

On the last trip to get our clothes from the dryer, the families seemed to be done and on their way out the door. The girl that pushed the cart into me was climbing on a folding table and ¡opps! it toppled over and onto her. Of course there was shrieking and several people running to pick up the table.

The next few minutes as I reached in and out of the dryer grabbing my clothes and placing them unfolded into my duffle bag were very uncomfortable.

Hurt girl saying that she is scared and refusing to let her mom look at her "wounds;" Mom saying things like "let me see, what hurts, we need to take you to the emergency department (she said room, but in homage to Erik and the correct terminolgy...)

We left and haven't gone back. When we got back into the apartment I mentioned that it was the same little girl that pushed the cart into me and Roommate cut me off from continuing my train of thought.

I think we are switching to the Chinese-owned around the corner.

My Johari Window

Take a look at my Johari Window and, if you know me, participate!

(Painting is Georgia O' Keefe's Lake George Window)

Cate Blanchett Sighting!

Cate Blanchett is possibly the greatest actress alive today.

Dating Shows

When channel surfing, I like it when I stumble on one of the awful dating shows that has gone gay for an episode. This morning, it was Date My Mom on MTV. It makes me wonder what my mom would be like on this show.
(Cue dream bubble here)

Random Gay: [shuffles in wearing striped-polo shirt and cargo shorts.] "Hi, my name is RG."
My Mother: [taking a long drag from her Winston Ultra-Light 100. Inhales, exhales while saying...] "Nice to meet you, I'm Nancy."
(note from jamesdamian: please, absolutely no "Nancy-Boy"
jokes. I'll cut you. Let's continue.)RG: [noticably nervous] "So, what is your son's name? What is he like?"
Mom: [taking another drag from her cigarette, exhales while saying...] "Are you butch? I don't want my son dating girly-boys, and in my opinion no one is butch enough for my little boy."
RG: [beginning to fret and feel awkward] "Umm, ok. I am pretty normal, I guess. I would say I am butch."
Mom: [another drag, exhales] "Butch my ass, look at you: legs crossed like a girl. You are probably president of the Britney Spears fan club with your badly dyed hair and your scrawny little waist."
RG: [thinking of ways to bow out gracefully] "Umm, dear girl, there are some things that just aren't done, such as drinking Dom Perignon '53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That's just as bad as listening to Britney Spears without earmuffs!"
Mom: [taking her GLOCK from her purse, cigarette still in mouth] "You keep talkin' like a bitch, and I'm gonna slap you like a bitch."
RG: "Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?"
Mom: "Oh, you're talking to me all wrong! It's the wrong tone. You do it again, I'll stab you in the face with a soldering iron. Does your mother sew? BOOM! Get her to sew that!"
(end dream bubble here)

Disclaimer: My mother is nothing like this. Since I have moved to New York, she has taken a great interest in my "love life." Her words, not mine. She would never talk to someone like this and she does not own a GLOCK.