Honey Life in the Cities

It's been two years of traveling and living in the Honey!  Other then site-seeing, or picking someone up at an airport, life in the city is is often somewhat task related for me now.

When I arrive in a populated area the first thing I usually do is search out the nearest Starbucks, a laundromat, Trader Joes, if there is one and Walmart.

Ironically, what I avoided during my previous life are now home-bases on the road, when in cities.

Now, I dig Starbucks! It's the only place with truly free wifi, a plethora of electricity outlets (most locations) comfortable seating, stays open late, and the employees don't seem to notice that I sit there for hours.

Though I don't partake of Carmel Machiatto's, I do enjoy the fifty-cents refills.  They can be endless and in many different locations as long as you keep the paper Starbucks cup!

Note: a new cup is required a few times a year for marketing during seasonal changes and a perceptive employee will notice if your cup is different on the wrong day, which can be embarrassing.

Laundromats are often an uncomfortable yet fascinating experience.  I try to find them in places like Beverly Hills so that I don't have to guard my clothes or visit with the local, brown-paper-bag-carrying, street folks (drunks) that seem to be naturally attracted, like bees, to the Honey!

Laundromats aren't exactly everywhere, though it would seem.  Like drive-in theaters, they are a dying breed and something of quirky interest.

The worst mat I have ever visited was in Garberville, Northern California I referred to it as the Methmat because there was missing teeth in most of the patrons.  My favorites have all been in Mexico where they are honored to fold your clothes for you and you are treated like high-class because you can afford the laundromat. 

I seek out good ole' Trader Joes for my six essentials, two that include wine and chocolate, peanut-butter cups.  I wasn't going to tell you the others, but I will.  They are Dutch, windmill cookies, Mediterranean hummus, Old-Amsterdam aged Gouda cheese and Arugula.   

Every day I get down on my knees and thank God for two-buck chuck --Traders Joes cheap red wine.  

Rumor has it the price was contracted as a way to prevent the wife from getting the Charles Shaw winery in a divorce. Very clever, I hope it doesn't effect my personal karma --sorry Mrs. X-Shaw! 

Why do I seek Walmart now? For one, to buy large amounts of motor-oil to keep Honey in her happy place, I drink the wine; she guzzles motor oil from exotic countries!  (see next post)