Tuesday, January 27, 2009

What ARE You Going to do with All That Junk?

Recently, while gazing upon all of the booty stowed inside the trunk of my car, I realized that I regularly travel with a literal cornucopia of leisure. I'm rolling with bongos, a tambourine, a tennis bag, a golf bag, some random bottle of water and an earthquake kit. (I was a Boy Scout if you can't tell already.) But seriously, what can't you do out of this boot? Drum circle or band jam? Yes. 36 holes at Pebble? Heck, yeah! Mixed doubles anyone? Wait, where are my bocce balls?