Why I could not do laundry

I try to be a reasonably clean person, but sometimes it is as though the universe wants me to be more... manly.
Thursday: The internet was down. Without my most favorite past-time, mode of communication and productivity, I had no reason to be awake in the evening. I assumed I could nap and do laundry in the evening. But I was surprised by a surprise party. Not MY surprise party mind you, but a birthday party for some other guy who doesn't live here, but might as well. Okay, the matchup between laundry and partying is truly unfair.

Friday: I had open mic. I also called the police. And was almost run over by a guy on a bike.
Long story short, I saw a guy pull up to an intersection on Sunset with a sun shield on the DRIVER'S window. Walking across the street, I see him brazenly drinking beer from a bottle while driving. Did I call the police? Oh you bet I did. So yeah, sketchy guy driving a mid 90s maroon colored Nissan Sentra license plate 4P-something-something-(I think SV)-423, I know what I saw.
Are you going to fault me for doing my civic duty? Apparently, the universe did. Walking near campus I was chased by and nearly run over by a drunk guy on a bike. I thank my lucky stars that my nickname is “the ivory Kenyan” and not “slow motion McGee”.

Saturday:
I come home after another open mic and there's a film crew in my house. Student film is working and they stay in the house until midnight. “Quiet on the set” means no loud laundry machines. I'm exhausted, and the guy who sleeps closest to the dryers needs sleep too.

So let's recap:
I didn't do my laundry because of a party, a felony, a misdemeanor and cinematography. And two open mics.