my mp3 pla<x>yer and charger and my son
my puppy and kitty. notebook stacked with sentimental stuff. a celebratory bottle of something and an ear to ear grin
My shakuhachi, a laptop crammed with as much of Earth's useful knowledge as possible, usb drives full of Earth's greatest writers, composers artists and artworks, a handful of Earth in a bottle, and a towel.
I don't eat candy. I'm would throw in " The Joy of Cooking" on the laptop. I assume whoever is evacuating me has some sort of sick bay.
If they have mastered interstellar travel then human biology probably wouldn't present them with too much of a problem. Advil won't do much more than assuage the symptoms.
My cat, my Bible, a notebook, and a pen.
Would my sons fit in it?
How about an 'evacuation ticket' for my sons to be evacuated too?
Sandwiches. <br />
You bring the juice.
Mmmm It's tricky, as it's only one bag.
Maybe we should take ingredients and make something there. Do they still sell bread at inter-galactic duty free?