Preparations

Sweet! The most kickin' party of the year, and I, Steve "The Man, The Legend" Lustbader, got invited. Oh yeah, give it up. It's a good thing that Johnny, my little brat of a brother, gave me that phone call from Chris. With my parents gone this weekend, I could beat the crap out of him if he tries to play games with my social life. That call was vital. Chris told me about the house party, and more importantly, he told me just what goddess was going to be there. Yup, you guessed it, Gwen Stevens, the hottest girl in this universe, let alone this little suburb. Gwen can make the Mona Lisa bow her head in shame. She is smokin'!

Man, I gotta hurry. It's only a hour and a half until I have to hit the streets. Let's see... I've got the skin-tight, blue, "disco-lives-on" shirt, and the black "hug-your-butt" pants, and of course, my "Yup-it's-Steve" leather jacket. Looks like I'm all set to go. A couple of jacket pockets and one back pocket on my pants, that means three available spaces for luggage. What am I gonna take?