I’ve always made fun of the man-bag (For my sick friends,
not what you’re thinking. But while we’re on topic, why is this fragile
equipment on the outside of our bodies.
Major design flaw. Thinking maybe
we could have tucked this safely inside.
Maybe behind the appendix. Better yet, replace the appendix, we don’t
need it. Ok, back to my original thought.) and even worse the dreaded fanny
pack. But the reality is, if I’m being
honest, I would carry a purse if it was socially acceptable. I was never a boy scout but I do like being prepared. Now I’m not talking about carrying around a
box of Band-Aids and a rape whistle. I’m
talking more like being prepared to facility a party if and when it breaks out. Core items would have to include my iPod (and
I’m talking my old school pod that has 14k songs on it because nothing kills a
party like not being able to play that special requested song…); portable
speaker; bottle/wine opener; hacky sack (haven’t played since my fourth period
hockey days but I do love that game); back up lip balm (because supple lips are
the building blocks of a good day); iPhone charger (because I’m all Joaquin
Phoenix with my phone); cigarettes (because I’m a social smoker and you never
know when it’s time to be social); my old man cheater glasses (let’s just leave
that one alone); GUM GUM GUM!; one tampon (so the important women in my life
know I have their back…don’t judge me…I have a two daughters and grew up with
three sisters); two pairs of sunglasses (because sunglasses are a core fashion accessory);
deodorant/after shave lotion/Jan Marini face protection/tooth brush/B & B
hair gel…I could go on. Bottom line, I
have a lot of stuff I could carry around.
I think I’d need to go with a large Hobo bag…Gucci…no…make it
Prada.
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