It is a steamy summer night in the city. The Beauty Bar is overflowing with hot guys in tight white jeans and black ripped-up sweaters. One of them approaches you and he is not just cute, he also has a huge trust fund! Pretty soon the two of you are making out on the dance floor and he invites you back to his place. You want to, but you hate the skuzzy morning-after feeling of walking home in dirty underwear with beer breath. But wait! You have your trusty Booty Bag tonight! Bring on this one-night stand!

The Booty Bag is perfect for a girl on the prowl. It is small enough to fit in your back pocket, yet it contains a pair of underwear, a mini-razor, two condoms, lube, aspirin, gum and a mini-flask for mouthwash or “liquid courage.” It also comes with a booklet of pick-up lines and advice.

Four San Francisco girls in their early 30’s came up with the idea of the Booty Bag after listening to their friend fantasize about a co-worker. They wanted to make something that would give women confidence and celebrate sexual freedom.

“The idea is to feel sexy and fun,” says Mklee, the seamstress behind the lace-up Booty Bag undies. “And at the same time, safe. The idea is to get women out there, and let them know it is okay to hook-up.”

The Booty Bag is sold at various craft fairs and online at bootybag.made-it.net for $30. Booty Bags for gay and lesbian folks are currently in the works, with thong undies for the men and toothbrushes for the ladies.

NEXT DAY FOOD

Sometimes, the night was so good it has to stretch out into the next day. There are certain places to go for the appropriate morning-after breakfast, depending on your mood, the state of your clothing and cash flow. Here are some recommendations:

Kate’s Kitchen- 417 Haight St.
The cornmeal pancakes are to die for. Seriously, they soak up the alcohol in your stomach like a sponge, and suddenly you feel alive, perky and ready for action. Plus the big mural of America on the wall can provide a getting-to-know-you moment, as you point out your home states and chat about its major crop exports.

Herb’s Fine Food- 3991 24th St.
Staggering around in Noe Valley with unwashed hair and beer stained clothes makes you feel like Sid Vicious. You snarl at the giant baby strollers and small dogs in fancy sweaters. Thank God for Herb’s. It has been around since 1943 and the torn red booths prove it. The food is greasy and the waitresses get pissed when you ask for clean silverware, but Herb’s is beautiful. It is glaringly out of place in the land of half-decaf vanilla soy lattes, and is reminiscent of the scene in “Taxi Driver” when Jodie Foster is eating with Robert DeNiro and smearing a huge amount of jam on her toast.

Boogaloos- 3296 22nd St.
So your date was so hot that you have to show them off the next day. You want to be seen with this person to get that smug, satisfied feeling of everyone knowing that you slept together. Go to Bugaloos, but shower first. The food is excellently San Franciscan (vegetarian biscuits and gravy) and the atmosphere is bright and cheery. Hold your head up high with your hand in the back pocket of your date’s pants, because here you will see everyone you have ever dated, gotten tattooed by, or rode in Critical Mass with. Especially on a Saturday.

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