Monday, February 09, 2015

Fluff and Fold in West Hollywood

Me with a bag of dirty laundry (underwear) early morning in West Hollywood. That's our rental car (white) in the background)

Laundry, Hollywood style.

Pat and I quickly discovered that if you've been in one laundromat you've been in them all.  




While we were vacationing in West Hollywood we soon found that we had to use the laundromat.  Why?  Because both of us are just so darn anal and fastidious and unwilling to put our hosts to the task of cleaning our dirty clothes (and sheets as the case may be).  

I think it was Day Three that we got up early in the morn to find a local laundromat.  We didn't have to look too far.  It was only a couple of blocks away. 




So, after we had our minimalist breakfast where we were staying we were out in the dawn's early light to find the Hollywood Laundromat.  

Some to our chagrin we arrived too early.  The laundromat wasn't opened yet.  I don't know but I must be on a different time clock than most people, I usually arrived at places of businesses in the morning before they're open.  So we wait.


Pat at the door of the laundry checking the opening time
By the way, I notice the prominent signs "Fluff and Fold."  Am I the only one to see the irony here of the "Fluff and Fold?"  You know, sort of like the play on words that one of our local crab restaurants here call themselves "Crabby Dicks", see here, a not so subtle double entendre reference. West Hollywood, home to some of the best professional "fluffers" in the porn industry.  But I digress.  My apologies for letting my mind wander down THAT lane.


Pat getting the laundry started. Pat is expert at this.

At 7 AM on the dot, the little Hispanic lady, who manages the place showed up and unlocked the doors and we stormed in like shoppers bursting into Walmart on Black Friday. Of course we were the only fools ones in the laundromat. So this is our romantic vacation in Hollywood?  Hey folks, no problem here with me and Pat doing the mundane thing.  That's us, humble as pie.  None of that phony, skinny legged jeans actor waiting on tables identity for us.  We are what we are, two old guys from the east thoroughly enjoying their days in the balmy climes of California.  


Pat enjoying the good life at the laundry
We got our change, loaded our laundry and waited.  What a glamorous vacation! Just kidding folks, actually both of us enjoy routine activity like this.  The important thing, whatever you're doing, is to be with someone you like.  I remember the first time I met my longtime friend Bob McCamley in 1960 at Ft. Devens.  I think that is how we first met, at the base laundry.  We bonded at the laundry.  I'll always remember that one time I was taking our combined clothes out of the dryer and I put Bob's underwear over his head.  He didn't know what I put on his head and as he looked through the fly opening, he said "What's on my head?"  I told him it was his shorts.  Man was he pissed.  I think that was the only time in our fifty-five year friendship that he really got mad at me.  I never again put his shorts over his head.


Me striking up a pose at the washing machine.  Is this exciting or what?  Bet you never read a blog about someone doing their laundry before.  Well, this is the Hollywood Laundry.  That has to mean something. Unfortunately we didn't see any stars doing their laundry. Not even their assistants (although we wouldn't know what their assistants would look like now would we)?
I'm glad we found a laundry nearby.  It wasn't expensive but the water wasn't as hot as I would like.  And the dryers, as long as we ran them, didn't seem to get our laundry totally dry.  We managed.  We finished the drying by laying out the clothes in our room.




Then we were off for our adventure for the day. First to visit some modern furniture stores in downtown Los Angeles.  Then at the end of the day, in time for the sunset, a short trip to Santa Monica Beach.  I'll post that tomorrow.


Me and Pat at the Santa Monica Beach with the Pacific Ocean behind us

You know what's great about traveling with a friend?  No matter what you do you're having a good time.  All those years I traveled by myself.  Couldn't get any friends to travel with me and when I did they soon took off on their own adventure as soon as they landed with someone else.  I guess I was just too boring. Bill traveled with me once but traveling and sleeping in strange beds isn't his thing.  I guess he did too much traveling with his job at G.E. before he retired. He would come along if I asked him but, other than traveling to his hometown of Toccoa, Georgia, Bill isn't one for traveling and I respect that.  But he doesn't mind me traveling with a friend.  Now there is another reason why I've been with Bill for over fifty years and our relationship has lasted that long.  No jealously clamps on me, nor me on him.  That was our agreement when I first moved in with him way back in January of 1965 and continues to this day. We leave the possessive and jealousy game to other couples. That game doesn't and never did work for us. 

I am glad I have a friend traveling companion now who enjoys my company and I enjoy his company.  Someone who is nonjudgmental  who is patient, who doesn't criticize my every move, who doesn't  moan and groan when I take a picture or video or ask him to take one, who doesn't  take me for granted, who has a sense of humor and who is just a nice person. Someone who genuinely likes me. What a novel idea, take a trip with someone who likes me and likes the same things I like. Someone who respects me, and who I respect. Took a long time but better late than never, huh? 





9 comments:

  1. There's so much dirty laundry in Hollywood that a local laundromat is imperative. I have a strong feeling that the name "Fluff & Fold" wasn't chosen by chance. It's too deliciously ironic. And it looks impressively clean and inviting. Great post, Ron.

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    1. Jon,
      When I saw that sign "Fluff and fold" . . . . I was pretty sure someone pulled an inside joke that a few knowing souls would get. The laundromat was clean but the water wasn't hot enough and the lady manager wasn't any help. She just waved me off and said something in Spanish.
      Ron

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  2. I don't mind doing laundry, but seldom do laundry when traveling. A couple of times we have rented apartments in Europe that had washing machines. It does cut down on the volume of clothes I need to carry for a two week trip.

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    1. David,
      Since my prostate surgery, I go through a lot of underwear in a short period of time. I apologize for being so blunt but fair warning to anyone who is considering prostate surgery. There ARE side effects.
      Ron

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  3. Your posts are like a breath of fresh air and I swear to you, when I went to a birthday party in Hollywood on saturday, I was looking at some of the places you went to, I was thinking of you and Pat. I have seen L.A. through your eyes and it looks different. BTW, it was warm today, warmer tomorrow and in the mid 80's for the rest of the week. :( no rain though!

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    1. Nadege,
      You, my dear, are a breath of fresh air. What a pleasure it was to meet and have lunch with you. Pat and I will be back with the "Ron and Pat Show." We get a kick out of seeing our impromptu videos. One thing is for sure, we do have fun when we go on our adventures.
      Ron

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  4. Well, that's interesting to see the 'nitty-gritty' underside of holiday life.

    I shouldn't be telling you this but the last of my warmed-up mulled wine insists that I do - I've never used a laundromat in my life - and not only that, I've never even used a washing machine in entire my life! Before you pick your jaw up from off the floor and start questioning I shall now beat a hasty retreat (and, more than likely, regret my ever mentioning it).

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    1. Ray,
      Uh . . . picking my jaw up from the ground . . . how do you WASH your clothes? Wringer washer? I know you English have a thing (the Queen) for wearing an outfit only once they discarding it. I didn't think that practice applied to the general English public.
      Ron
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    2. No comment - and shall keep it that way, unless someone threatens to 'out' me. ;-)

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