Dierks Bentley makes it sound fun, Buyin’ drinks for everybody, But the pilot, it’s a party, but I’ve learned the hard way, on longer flights, it’s not so fun and alcohol is NOT the answer. You know how I know? Because this is my first flight out of three in the last year to the Philippines (27 hour flights) that I feel rather normal after arriving. So, I am either getting used to the flights, and it’s a possibility since I’ve been on many long ones this year. Or, more than likely it’s because I decided to fore-go the free booze. What?, you say. Yeah, I did. I can tell you first-hand there is not much worse than a combination of jet-lag and major hangover. And here’s why.
On my last flight returning from the Philippines, I decided to make friends with the drunk marine that sat in between my colleague and I. She chose to ignore him and put on her headphones. Never one to poop out on a good time, and with a 13 hour leg in front of me, I decided, hell, can’t beat em, might as well join em! Have you ever heard of anyone getting shut off on a plane? No? Well now you have. Apparently we were having a little too much fun, and were told to take a break, which I think is the airlines nice way of saying, go to sleep. And that’s what I did. Well, pass out is more like it. I woke a few hours later, trapped in the window seat, with the marine face down on his tray table, broken from his weight, and my colleague passed out from taking one too many pills, I think. And the worst ‘where am I, what did I do, why is my hair stuck to my face…oh, that’s my drool’, and top ten most wtf moments ever. So yeah, I learned. Free wine does not necessarily mean you should drink ALL of it. And the result of my nonsense? Pneumonia, which I get every other year or so, but this one just felt like punishment for misbehaving so I vowed never to do it again. Or at least for another month of so.
This time around, and flying thru Hong Kong, I had a 16 hour flight in front of me. And when I arrived at JFK airport, I slipped into my old routine, cuz who doesn’t like a cocktail when flying? But after drinking that huge beer, I started to get flashbacks to that awful flight…bladder about to burst, passed out marine, dried drool on my chin, contacts glued to my eyeballs, and I thought, nope, no can do. Big week ahead, let’s just fight this head on. And that’s what I did.
Now, I have to say, it was one of the most painful flights of my life. I watched a movie, slept, chatted a bit with my neighbor, watched a movie, sorta slept, chatted a bit more and watched another movie, slipped into 20 minute coma and before I knew it, I was in Hong Kong. And miraculously, feeling quite alright. Who knew?? Probably a lot of people. But as usual for me, I have to learn the hard way.
No jet lag, no hangover, and ready to get er done! Go me.
Oh, and quick shout out to Sammy Haggar’s Beach Bar and Grill at JFK Airport. Food was pretty good, your standard beach fare, and bartender was super friendly. They also offer a $4 shot with a beer purchase. But nope, didn’t do it.