Laundromats in Los Angeles
// July 8th, 2010 // 7 Comments » // I Love LA., LA Done Me Wrong
Shocking to me when I first moved out here to Los Angeles, was the prevalence of apartments without washers and dryers. Sure, a bunch of apartments have a washer and dryer on the premises and there are dozens of laundromats within easy driving range, allegedly. But seriously to not have a washer and dryer in your very own apartment seemed downright third world. And I know about third world, girlfriend. Yes, in Brazil where I lived till I was 15, we didn’t even have laundromats. A washer woman came once a week and washed our laundry, hanging it out in the air on the clothesline to dry. Her name was Dona Maria.
Anywho, I compromised my standard of living by moving to Los Angeles since living in a nice apartment in Florida with rolling green lawns, a swimming pool, jacuzzi, tennis courts, washer and dryer (inside our apartment), etc, cost far less than a bare-bones okay apartment in an okay neighborhood in these parts. Of course, I do live in Koreatown where I get to see cute asian guys wherever I go, am now engaged to one of them, live a few blocks from the Wiltern where the hottest bands play, live a block away from the Brass Monkey bar where I just found out Seth MacFarlane tends to hang out. So there’s that. Back to laundromats… we all sort through our whites and colors, measure our soap, fold our underwear and prepare to get on with our lives.
