Møntvask

Oh yes. Tonight I'm the storyteller.

Happy, after work. Had just decided about working hours next week with my colleague and we're both happy. I am off when my honey is here, and she is when she wants the nights out.

 nice, as we say here.

So, as I said. Happy, looking forward to a Saturday Night. a dry one. Home alone. With skype, blogger, facebook and some movie-page. A cup of nice homemade tea, my ipod, candle-light, pijamapants and cookies.

I didn't get anything to eat all day... but I didn't notice. yet.

The wather was gorgeous. 31°C, it said. Don't believe it. I would say 26. Nice enough. Nice enough to drive home on my bike without jacket.

At home I dressed up a little bit. Which actually means getting nice clothes on that are not working clothes. At work everything has to be very neutral. It is quite limited. So as soon as I only go out buying my milk and eggs I 'dress up'.  I unfortunately didn't have anyone to take a picture of that outfit. It would have been a nice one to post (on lookbook). anyway, I wore my new (electric)blue headphones. A lila tshirt and my nice maxmara 'gilet'. My new topshop hotpants, some black tights and my lovely oxfords.

Home, i picked up my laundy. And that's where the story beginns. 

'cause, no, we can't wash our clothes where I live now. Anyway. The only reason for me to experiment the launderette-feeling. It actually was my second time, I'm not a virgin anymore.

With my nice bag full of panties and other stuff I don't want anyone to have a look at, I went to the second-next launderette. I hoped it would be cheaper. It was.

The first part - washing - was very easy. cheasy.

While waiting I went buying kanel gifflar, hankies and butter. (yes. it IS important to know what I bought, sorry.)

Sitting outside the launderette, in the sun, on the side of the road, wathing the wheels go round and round. The wheels of the bikes and the cars and the busses. And the feet of the grils and the boys and all those that aren't girls and boys. Like dogs e.g.

I was sitting there, reading my H&M magazine in danish. Probably looked quite weird, but who cares? I don't.

After the 28 minutes it took to get the clothes clean, I wanted to get them dry. hard job. how does this f*ing tumber work?!  yeah. you have to put the money in the machine. got it. 3 DKK. nothing. And then click on 'low temperature' on the tumbler. WHY does the tumber say 99?!?!?!?! 99 minutes? did I just pay for 99 minutes? Don't know. anyway, went out with my friend the magazine to visit my other friend, the sun. But then, I was just soooo hungry. I didn't really eat all day. Had just one gourmandise there, and one madeleine there. Some cheesecake then and a piece of bread then. I was starving. And I cound't eat my hankies. I coudn't eat the butter. I had to eat those kanel gifflar! But my stomach was against it. It just did hurt more and more... just like a black whole was eating my stomach.crazy. My stomach wanted some food. not some snack, that's what he got all day. Anyway. I tried to forget the pain and had fun with the mag and the sun.

We were enjoying each other for quite a while, when I thought I should check if I really had bought 99 minutes drying for 3 dkk. this is just so not possible. I came back and my clothes were still completely wet. And it looked like the never had felt anything warm and drying. I finally found out that...

tadaamm.

1 dkk is for 1 minute drying. which means I was sitting aproximately 27 minutes in the sun wating for my clothes to dry while absolutely NOTHING happened. I just ended up buying 10 more minutes on high temperature.
I waited, freezing, cause my sun-friend went home. He's young, had to go to bed, sleeping.
I went home with wet clothes... - in my bag. those I wore were as dry as they always!

Home, i gave something nice to my stomach: cauliflower-salad and tuna mousse. nice.

Finally, i could skype with my sister, write with a lot of people, post on my blogs (check photoholic with pictures of the Mauerpark).

But I didn't get rid of the mess in my room and in the kitchen. for tomorrow.

goodnight, folks.

love. PinkLady