I have now discovered the joys of drinking on an airplane. WOW! It’s the only way to fly. Let’s just say that planes aren’t my favorite things in the world, but with the cunning use of alcohol, they get a lot easier to deal with. My flight to LA left at 5:40am on christmas morning, by about 8:00 we were landing in Denver to change planes, TURBULENCE!!! Also not my favorite thing in the world. Luckily I was seven bloody marys into my morning at that point, and all I could think was:
“At least I’m going to die in first class listening to the Thong Song. This is awesome.”
I’ve seen the end, and I liked it. Well, until they cut me off five drinks into the next flight anyway. By the time I got to grandma’s house and had a couple glasses of wine, I didn’t even know it was christmas. I now know why they invented lounge chairs.