It all started when I got the call from my roommate, “They came! They came!” I knew exactly what “they” were and was beyond excited that “they” came. “They” were Cap-Sacs.

I live with two roommates, one who introduced me to the whole Cap-sac scene and another who really quickly got involved so when the package got here we were all pretty excited. Naturally the first thing we did when the caps arrived was take pictures of us opening the package and putting the cap on. Dev was excited because they were awesome. I was excited because they fit my abnormally large head.

The next thing we did was wear them. Constantly. It was amazing how useful they were around the house even. I’m the type of person who leaves their phone in each room they go into and then can never remember the last room they were in. Problem solved with the Cap-Sac. I always knew where my phone was, zippered into a pouch on my head. It was weird though when I got my first phone call and thought my head was vibrating on its own.

After that we took the caps for a spin on the bikes. I live in Venice, California where there is a boardwalk (and a sidewalk, and a street, and and apartment complex next to your house) full of freaks so I worried that the cap-sacs would not even stand out. My fears were totally unmerited. The first time we rode bikes with our caps on we stopped to grab a beer. Typically I wear a messenger bag when we ride to hold my stuff but this time I didn’t even need it. I was glad not to take it with me so I wouldn’t even look like I had somewhere to go or something to do that would necessitate a full bag of stuff to take with me to do it. When we got to the bar, I got carded (even though I live a life that would make you look 40 at 20, I still look 19).  I unzipped my cap and gave the bouncer my ID. After we discussed the fact the bar had a C rating…according to the guy C meant clean…he commented that our caps were awesome.

When we got upstairs, our hats were recognized before we were. Well actually our caps were recognized and we weren’t. But whatever. A few people knew what they were. We were automatically cooler than all d bags and their drunk girlfriends. It felt good.

We had a few beers, enjoyed the sun, enjoyed the fact that it was 2pm on a Friday and we were outside and just relaxed.

We biked home and got ready for the night. We were going to an Air Sex show. Think air guitar but sex. It was basically a bunch of unattractive dudes making the faces and going through the motions of how they get down. Basically what I have been trying to avoid seeing all of my adult life. Good times.

My cap-sac went unnoticed through the show basically because it was dark and what was going on onstage was a train wreck. It’s hard to compete with a dude acting out his fantasy of having sex  while the theme to Mortal Combat is playing in the background and he is mouthing every word (including choreographed fist pumps to MORTAL COMBAT).

So yeah, I left. I was going to meet my friend in a different part of the neighborhood so I told the people I was with that I’d just catch a cab and meet up later. I put my cap-sac in my purse and went on my way. I don’t know if you are familiar with LA but I was walking down Sunset Blvd. in Echo Park looking for a cab. Even cabs are scared to go there. I did not catch a cab but I did get mugged. My first mugging. A small small man, I will admit this now but at the time I would have told you he was 6′5 with Arnold arms, approached me with a knife and told me to give him my purse.  Being an amateur muggee I asked him, “What did you say?” Again he said, “Give me your purse.” So I gave it to him. Even though I outweighed him by 50 pounds and had 5 inches on him, I was not about to argue. I threw my purse in the street and ran. I had my phone in my hand so I was able to escape with that. I called a friend and got a ride to his house. Once I was there I realized what exactly was now owned by the small man in what I vaguely remember being a red leather Michael Jackson jacket…my debit card (cancelled), my ID (old address, expired in a few days), almost fully used lip gloss, a red bull, half a balance bar and my CAP-SAC! He stole my cap-sac.

Damn little man with a pre-occupation with Michael Jackson fashion. I also realized that if I would have kept my cap-sac on and had my belongings in it that I probably would not have gotten mugged.

You live and you learn and I learned I live better with my Cap-Sac on. Luckily I had another Cap-Sac waiting for me at home and I could continue on with my adventures in my Cap-Sac. Next up is 4th of July on a sail boat…Cap-Sacs at Sea…

RIP Blue Cap-Sac. I hope you and mini-Michael are happy together.