About That Bag I Bought at the San Diego Comic-Con

August 1, 2008 @ 5:55 am | Filed under: Comics, Family Adventures

Funny story. I went out into the lobby to unpack all the paper wadding from the new bag so I could put my own stuff inside it. (Clerk: “Do you want a bag for your bag?” Me: “This IS a bag for my bag!”) I knelt against a wall, as many other con-goers were doing, resting their tired feet, and commenced setting up housekeeping in the loverly new bag. A guy leaning against the wall nearby complimented me on my purchase, particularly on its lime green hue. I thanked him and said I’d been torn between the green one and the black one, but I figured there were a million black bags in the world, so I went for the more unusual one.

Well, all the con-walking must have gone to this guy’s head, because he began waxing philosophical about the dramatic effect this decision to go with the green instead of the black was going to have on my life. “Think about it,” he said, glancing at me, observing, no doubt, my extremely tame appearance—brown t-shirt, jeans, self-inflicted haircut—against the colorful Comic-Con backdrop of superheroes, pirates, and stormtroopers. “Until now, you’ve probably moved through life invisibly, escaping notice. But now it will all be different, now that you’ve made this leap into the Different by choosing the green bag—”

And I couldn’t help it: I burst out laughing. Buddy, I’ve got five kids. This is probably the only day of the year you’ll catch me alone. We travel in a pack. I can’t move through anywhere invisibly.

Actually, selective invisibility sounds like a pretty good superpower to me. Guess I’d have to leave the green bag at home, though.


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  1. Though in another way, I find being a mom makes me invisible…

    http://www.jewishyirishy.com/2007/07/someone-said.html

  2. That’s hilarious. I’ve always found you rather blah, boring, living a safe uneventful life… Looks can obviously be deceiving.

  3. Now, you jest, but one day you will note with solemnity the Comic-Con Philosopher’s wisdom. At Comic-Con, two roads diverged and you took the one of high-visibility.

  4. Yes, Jenn, I’ve been thinking about renaming this blog “My Humdrum Life.” Catchy, don’t you think?

    Oh but I guess the point is it won’t BE humdrum anymore, now that I’ve got the Green Bag.

    Ha. Looking back on July, some humdrum sounds pretty darn sweet.

  5. Am I the only one who wants to see a picture of the bag??? 🙂

  6. cute story. funny i always feel different when out and about with the kids.

    i’d love to see the bag too.

  7. I know I will get to see the bag with you …. but I still wonder what it looks like reading your blog 🙂

    I love getting out to anywhere alone, but I always wish people knew… I do have 3 kids at home… but I’m alone at the moment.
    Some scarlet number 3 or a necklace w/ 3 kids or a tattoo ?

    Lissa, 6 kids is gonna give you a big tattoo, he he 🙂

  8. LOL and ditto Mrs. Happy Housewife’s comment!

    Oh the hilarity of your double life– kids and sans!

  9. […] I copped to having kind of a thing for bags, and I promised some […]

  10. You gotta love that guy.

    You know, I *love* bags, too. But I never buy them. I resist and then silently covet the bags of my friends. (Minnesota Mom, loved your bag at the conference.) I tell myself I’m being frugal and that I don’t really need more than one or two, in sensible colors. I think I’m afraid that bags are like chocolate … once I start, well, you know … it could get ugly.