manbags & dogtags
OK, so as you all know (or not…) I’ve been hunting for FUnctional yet not too dorking looking manbag for a while now. I’ve always had too much junk to carry around – couple that with a paranoid annoyance of shapes in my pockets and you have the makings of a psychotic breakdown! Ok, not really, but you get my drift. There are so many widgets and things that need be carried these days – phone, pda, mp3 player, wallet, keys, etc. that if I really want to carry them all my pockets wind up looking like freeform performance art.
So, I hunted around on line for a while first (here and there and all over) and then pretty much gave up as I’m not the type that can buy clothes type things without trying them on or fiddling with them in person. The next step was finding an army surplus store…because they always have wierd bags. And lo & behold I found a great place in Portland (here – don’t let the dopey web page fool you) that had all kinds of bags. So, the one I settle on was like…19 bucks. Really not bad. They had some pretty cool ones for 10 too, but I wanted more widget pockets!
Oh, and I broke it in tonight at the Tiger Army show – on my shoulder for 4 hours and I didn’t get annoyed and all twitchy!!! I had my junk in there & Jen’s little wallet thing. They guy at the door had to search it and made a comment about how it was cool to see a guy with the bag for once, or something like that.
I was really surprised to see zero attractive females (aside from my ass kicking wife of course) at the show though. Like, totally, zero. There were some B’s and a shitload of Cs & Ds but not a single B+ or higher. You figure an ass kicking show brings out the ass kicking folks right? Well the vibe was hot, but the ladies were not. I’m sorry Portland, you have a lot of hotting up to do before you can be considered a full fledged cool place to live. There were all kinds of cool costumes and greasers, rockers, swing kids, scene kids, etc. there to gawk at though. Lots of time put into some of those outfits without looking too goofy. Oh, and they were selling dogtags at the merch table. Had to tie that subject comment that 1% of the readership will get back into the actual body of the meandering post somehow…
Oh, and there was some drunk short Italian looking dude with South American soccer player hair who kept trying to dance a really fast Irish jig or something and slipping in his own beer. Natural selection at it’s best I’m sure.
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