there's no place like home....
so, home sweet home-las vegas.
my flight was delayed by two hours (well, it was supposed to be!) so i started having drinks at the airport bar. i ended up talking to this couple and found out they were on their way to vegas as well. i mentioned that i had just bought "the best little whorehouse in texas" to watch on the flight and the girl got excited and said-"oooh, where are you sitting?" and as funny luck will happen, we were all sitting right next to each other. so we are getting DRUNK-i had already had 4 tall sam adams, then suddenly we here last call for boarding for OUR flight. then before it can hit us they call us out by name over the pa system. seems the low cloud cover problem in vegas that was supposed to have delayed us for hours suddenly cleared and we were about to be left!
i almost missed my flight home-unfuckingbelievable!!!! we had to run to make it. on the flight i went ahead and switched up to bloody mary's and in a typical turn got very, very drunk.
i spent the last 45 minutes of the flight in the back with the stewards telling them how i thought being a stewardess would be the perfect line of work for me! (in my drunkeness i forget the fact that i truly am afraid of flying.) i get all the contact numbers and mike tells me im lovely and personable and those are two very important traits for the business. our discussion ends with me saying something to the affect that in 6 months i will be their co-worker and all the fun we will have.....it is the most rough descent i have evr experienced after im reseated. people around me are acually gasping and im acting like its nothing. mike stumbles by me and asks-are you sure you want to do this? oh sure, no problem-meanwhile the plane is bouncing around like a washing machine during the spin cycle. we do land safely and jessie-my partner in crime is supposed to be my pickup. i call her and she is as drunk as me! so she grabs me, we go back to the bar she was at and have another.
i think what i experienced the next day (yesterday) was not a hangover, but post-traumatic stress syndrome from what i experienced on the flight but did not aknowledge at the time.
in any case-i was a very, very sick girl. i wont go into details, but i would have to guess it was probably closer to alcohol poisoning than a hangover.
in any case, all better now and its friday!!!!! hooray, im home!
my flight was delayed by two hours (well, it was supposed to be!) so i started having drinks at the airport bar. i ended up talking to this couple and found out they were on their way to vegas as well. i mentioned that i had just bought "the best little whorehouse in texas" to watch on the flight and the girl got excited and said-"oooh, where are you sitting?" and as funny luck will happen, we were all sitting right next to each other. so we are getting DRUNK-i had already had 4 tall sam adams, then suddenly we here last call for boarding for OUR flight. then before it can hit us they call us out by name over the pa system. seems the low cloud cover problem in vegas that was supposed to have delayed us for hours suddenly cleared and we were about to be left!
i almost missed my flight home-unfuckingbelievable!!!! we had to run to make it. on the flight i went ahead and switched up to bloody mary's and in a typical turn got very, very drunk.
i spent the last 45 minutes of the flight in the back with the stewards telling them how i thought being a stewardess would be the perfect line of work for me! (in my drunkeness i forget the fact that i truly am afraid of flying.) i get all the contact numbers and mike tells me im lovely and personable and those are two very important traits for the business. our discussion ends with me saying something to the affect that in 6 months i will be their co-worker and all the fun we will have.....it is the most rough descent i have evr experienced after im reseated. people around me are acually gasping and im acting like its nothing. mike stumbles by me and asks-are you sure you want to do this? oh sure, no problem-meanwhile the plane is bouncing around like a washing machine during the spin cycle. we do land safely and jessie-my partner in crime is supposed to be my pickup. i call her and she is as drunk as me! so she grabs me, we go back to the bar she was at and have another.
i think what i experienced the next day (yesterday) was not a hangover, but post-traumatic stress syndrome from what i experienced on the flight but did not aknowledge at the time.
in any case-i was a very, very sick girl. i wont go into details, but i would have to guess it was probably closer to alcohol poisoning than a hangover.
in any case, all better now and its friday!!!!! hooray, im home!
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