Wednesday night brought more revelations. Sitting at dinner, my friend Angie asks if she can get something out of my purse. I hand her the purse, and that's when it starts.
"GOOD LORD! How much stuff do you have in the purse?"
"What?" I say, defensively, "Not a lot. It's not like it's my gadget bag."
"Oh?" She's looking at me in disbelief. "Prove it."
I can feel that familiar tingling in my stomach; it's the same tingling I used to get when I lost something in my backpack in middle-school and I realized I would have to empty it out to find whatever I had lost: progress report, homework, lunch money... the knowledge that my entire life would be out on my desk or table for the world to see—to judge—and I couldn't do anything about it. What would they think about me having a (*gasp*) PLAIN Trapper Keeper? Would the popular girls know what that D20 was for? Why didn't my mom buy me THIS year's Lisa Frank pencil case--the one with the sharpener built in?
"I don't have to." I said, defensively. "You're not my mom."
"No, but I am the person sponsoring you on your retreat, and I need to know what I'm up against."
I looked around the table. Everyone seemed encouraging. Was this an intervention? Did I really have that much stuff in my bag? I turned to my husband... he smiled and nodded. Sighing, I opened my purse, which is actually a field messenger bag, and began to catalog the contents on the table:
- Dell 9 mini netbook, in bubble-gum pink with Hello Kitty, Cthulu and Puri Kura stickers covering the front
- Flip Mino, in white/pink, with matching tripod
- Pentax Optio Z10 camera
- Classic 60 Gb iPod in a Sushiwrap with earbuds
- iRiver H10 in LogicCase with folding earphones
- bluetooth usb mouse for the netbook
- Rumor cellphone (for personal use)
- Blackjack cellphone (for work)
- cosmetic case full of cables and connections for 1-8 as well as a back-up wired optical mouse in matching pink.
- a small cosmetic case mostly filled with sharpies, but also with a tube of Rimmel lipgloss and Wet n' Wild eyeliner.
- my moleskine notebook
"Well, it's not the worse I've seen," she said with a laugh, "but I think we're definately going to have to go through your bags before you go."
I laughed, "actually, it's normally worse. I gave my PSP to my husband because he got me a DSi for my birthday. So I don't have that or the cables for it in here." I gestured to my now deflated purse.
A hushed laughter went around the table, and instead of cringing I felt strangely ok with it. A couple of the women asked me about how to spec out a smiliar netbook for their purses. One of the men asked me which of the cellphones I preferred (the rumor, for the slide out keyboard, but I just LOVE having 3g). One of the teenage kids and I had a brief conversation about PSP vs. DSi and whether or not we were going to get a PSP Go. Angie and I discussed my multiple MP3 players, and why it was easier for me to have an iPod and an iRiver instead of an iPhone... and ... and it was okay.
It's okay to be a gadget otaku now. And yeah, while I might be a little ashamed at the amount of pink on my gadgets, I am also comforted in the knowledge that my male children will NEVER touch them or steal them. And yes, the thought of living without my 20+ lbs of gadgets for a weekend is still a little frightening to me, but I think I'm going to be okay. Really, I'm just thankful I didn't bring my REAL gadget bag in....