This is a decent post I did on this subject, but since this is my blog and I don't have much to post about at the moment, I'm stretching this one.
I travel when I can without checking any bags; besides the limited amount of liquids, I can't bring nail clippers. Let me tell you, I embraced having short nails before I started playing bass as I should, so the past three weeks have been killer. One week in I nearly killed an emery board filing down my claws. In London I decided against buying union jack nail clippers, which I regretted for the rest of the trip. I lived as long as I could with my nails digging into my palms until I gnawed them down with my teeth behind my mother's back.
I travel when I can without checking any bags; besides the limited amount of liquids, I can't bring nail clippers. Let me tell you, I embraced having short nails before I started playing bass as I should, so the past three weeks have been killer. One week in I nearly killed an emery board filing down my claws. In London I decided against buying union jack nail clippers, which I regretted for the rest of the trip. I lived as long as I could with my nails digging into my palms until I gnawed them down with my teeth behind my mother's back.
Bottom line, I utterly hated it.
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