Facing a disturbing lack of any serious problems in my life (see previous entries on brainless boys, painful paycheck problems, moving maladies, and the like), I am reduced to complaining about everyday things like my laundry. (I am such an ungrateful fuck sometimes -- I am actually complaining about having nothing to complain about.)
It seems that the new laundromat, the one nearest my new digs, lost a large amount of my clothes. When I realized this and went in to inquire about the matter yesterday, I discovered a large cart full of wrinkly and soggy shirts, pants, and underthings, all of which belong to me. The oh-so-conscientious employees told me that despite my ability to tick off the labels and brands of each item, I would have to come back later when someone who was nominally in charge could release the clothing into my custody. I, of course, got caught up doing other things like cooking dinner for my roommates and a passel of guests (Finn, Wang, and BlueCoffeeGirl), and didn't make it back until this morning -- when I got to stand in a completely empty laundromat, looking for someone who worked there but apparently does not need to actually be present to do so. I had to leave without my clothes again. I am going to try again tonight to reclaim clean things to wear to work tomorrow. Wish me luck.
The more observant of you may have noticed a casual mention of Mr. Finn in the preceding paragraph. Good for you. It appears that Park Slope has a new resident, straight from the shores of whichever Great Lake is the one by Chicago, and my apartment has a new resident until the vagaries of craigslist.com provide him with some choice digs of his own. To be honest, the Ready-Made Live-In Boyfriend (TM) is decidedly strange to get used to, when one has not had a real boyfriend for something approximating two years and has not had a live-in boyfriend for something approximating forever. I can certainly say, however, that this seems to be a Good Thing -- very likely even a Very Good Thing.
The coming week promises to be a musical one. Wednesday night may feature a free concert by one India.Arie, and will definitely feature a free concert by The Letdowns. Thursday will be a Central Park extravaganza with everybody's favorite, They Might Be Giants ('cause everyone's your friend in New York City) and openers The Moldy Peaches. Of course, far outstripping all of the above in importance and star power is our very own ShiveryDelicious, with a show at Meow Mix on Friday that I am sure is merely the kickoff to her world tour and, let us be honest, total cultural world domination.
In related musical news, Wang just tipped me off to the existence of an actual music video to Leonard Nimoy's ode to the "bravest little hobbit of them all." As I am at work and cannot hysterically laugh out loud, lest I disturb everyone around me, my mirth was expressed through unstoppable tears of hilarity. Rainbow swirly sweatshirts, a creepily earnest Nimoy, and the best fucking choreography this side of Paula Abdul, clearly make this video one that absolutely cannot be missed.