Why should anyone have to do laundry in the snow? Schlepping a huge bag of dirty clothes through the cold is no fun task. Luckily, I sweat less in the cold season and this doesn’t come up as often. However, while my laundry was spinning, washing, and rinsing, I made the trip to Espresso Royale Caffe for the first time in a month; tho, this is soon to be a more than daily occasion.
The coffee shop nearest my school is a favorite hangout and trattoria for myself and my peers. Today I had their $6.66 “Ham Hell” which comes on a bagel (I chose whole wheat) and features not only ham, but bacon, as well as tomatoes, onions, jalapeño cream cheese, and some tabasco. Unfortunately, I didn’t specify toasted, and was a little disappointed, but, like I said, there will be plenty of time to right this over the course of the semester. Two Northeastern girls sat next to me, one of whom had a similar sandwich, and who chose to scrape off her bacon and tomatoes and along with a good layer of other stuff, rather than order the sandwich sans these items, which seems much less wasteful. One wore Uggly boots and a pair of leggings and the other wore “nice” leather boots and a pair of over priced jeans (which seems to be the only two options for Northeastern girls). They had a pleasant conversation about their classes and the boys they were smoking pot with. And as dull as this was, they, along with the din of the many crowded tables around me, kept me from reading my Philip Roth in peace, and before I knew it, it seemed to be time to back and get the clothes. While at the deli/laundromat, I tried to buy some tomato juice in the large container, only to find that I had the cross the street to the competing deli to do so. I brought my laundry home and made some (more) coffee and got back to work. After several hours of not eating, I went out to drink a couple of bottles of wine with a couple of girls, and had a slice of overly perfectly seasoned pizza. We smoked and listened to Jens Lekman and danced and I came home and had some chips and another beer.
Tomorrow is the first day of school. I don’t know how I feel about that.
