Last summer, my cousin Jess decided to bring her “everything bag” to a sold-out show. It had snacks, a sweater, a portable charger, and her whole life. She got to the door, and the security guard just shook his head. She spent thirty minutes trying to cram it into a locker, and we missed the opening act. We still joke about it as “The Bag Incident of ’24.”
Don’t be a Jess. Be the person who walks in with a tiny wristlet and a smug smile. You’ll be in your seat—or on the floor—before the first song even starts. That’s the real win.
So next time you’re heading to the Coca-Cola Roxy, think small, think clear, and think about how much easier your night will be. Your future self, dancing and stress-free, will be giving you a high-five from the crowd.
