fanny pack

what ever happened to fanny packs!?  i wonder at what point in history someone thought to herself {or himself?}, “stupid fanny pack!  i would rather have my hands restricted by holding a purse than have an awesome pouch attached to me around the waste.”

i was at a concert tonight and saw a girl wearing a leather {most likely pleather} fanny pack. yes, i did laugh at her.  and yes, i judged her.  and then i realized that the universe was cosmically laughing and judging me.  to say i love carrying a bag everywhere {even when it compliments my outfit} would be a fallacy. in the midst of my laughter and judgment of this girl's fanny pack, i realized that my dancing was severely impacted by my possession of a purse, hindering free movement and by all around being lame. 

new goal: find a fanny pack.  purchase fanny pack.  have fanny pack delivered {let’s be honest, i’m not going to be able to walk into any store and just buy a fanny pack, i will most likely be buying said fanny pack online}

long term benefits: the fanny pack comes back in style.  we can all dance freely without any shame.  oh fanny pack, i yearn for your long awaited return.

high fives all around.