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.”


first class death trap

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.


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  1. Manuela

    2 things made me extremely happy about this post: 1) the lady’s “girls on film” face in the second picture and 2) you being shit-faced on bloody marys in the morning thinking about plunging to your death in first class to the thong-song.

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