Laundry at Smiley's

Howdy folks. I am presently at a laud-o-mat that goes by the name of Smiley's. Nobody is smiling here. There is a gentleman doing his laundry in his underwear. Thankfully they take the form of boxers. When he walks by again,I'll tell you what the they say on the ass. It is something riviting. Don't get excited ladies, this is no Chippendale. He just put a shirt on so I guess we will never know what those lovely shorts say.

This is by far the most interesting laudrymat I have ever been to. They advertise with free Wi-Fi (that is why I am here) and there is potentially ONE other patron who might have a laptop to take advantage of such a luxury. I am definitely not fitting in here with my red silk sweater and computer. I know it is in an area that can be sketchy, but I thought with Wi-Fi, the gentrification would be well along. No no, I am potentially leading the charge. What a way to spend a Thursday. Instead of happy hour, I am laudering. Not that I have money for happy hour, but still. Laundry. Thursday. Looking hot in my sweater. Whatever.

So I must update y'all on the Renaissance. I have met with the lobbyist, applied for a job on Capitol Hill doing policy research and will hopefully begin volunteering for a congressional candidate this weekend. I want to bust my hump, network and have a blast. I don't know if this seat is highly contentious or not, but it was held by a Republican and I know the Dems are going to fight for it. We'll see; I have never been on the losing end of a campaign and I know there is a first time for everything, but I hope this is not the time.

As far as the clothing area is concerned, I am going shopping with my Gramma on Saturday to pick up some shirts and maybe a suit. I am so bored with my clothes, but I know I have more than I realize. It will be nice to freshen the wardrobe a bit.

I will keep you all posted on my laundry adventures. I hope it doesn't get much more exciting than this.