I'm at an airport in Georgia, and it's 8:13 am as I'm posting this. I checked in, went through the metal detectors, and got to a bar by about 7:40 and am on my second Corona. I'd say 7:40 is about the earliest I've ever started drinking. The Corona goes nicely with my craziest omelette.
Originally posted by vivify I'm at an airport in Georgia, and it's 8:13 am as I'm posting this. I checked in, went through the metal detectors, and got to a bar by about 7:40 and am on my second Corona. I'd say 7:40 is about the earliest I've ever started drinking. The Corona goes nicely with my craziest omelette.
What about you guys?
In struggle to get on an aircraft without some kind of narcotic softening the dreadful experience. Business class is tolerable but economy class is the pits of the earth - I seem to always get the seat behind the obnoxious child who likes to look over the back of theirs and give you the "Bride of Chucky" stare - or the same kid behind you kicking the back of your seat - or the same kid 6 years earlier when they are screaming like a tortured banshee, there are nappies stuck to the ceiling and smell of infant vomit permeates your personal airspace.
What's more the complimentary "dining" tastes like nothing on earth you've ever eaten before and if you were served it anywhere else you would report them to trading standards. The trolley-dollies are ageing hags in over-tight skirts or ageing gays with over-tight voices. The captain makes announcements that no one can understand because the PA system is knackered and the noise from the engines manages to drown out everything except Chucky the puking future chair kicker.
Originally posted by vivify I'm at an airport in Georgia, and it's 8:13 am as I'm posting this. I checked in, went through the metal detectors, and got to a bar by about 7:40 and am on my second Corona. I'd say 7:40 is about the earliest I've ever started drinking. The Corona goes nicely with my craziest omelette.
What about you guys?
on a boat on the Norfolk Broads Bucks fizz with breakfast 9am.
Originally posted by divegeester In struggle to get on an aircraft without some kind of narcotic softening the dreadful experience. Business class is tolerable but economy class is the pits of the earth - I seem to always get the seat behind the obnoxious child who likes to look over the back of theirs and give you the "Bride of Chucky" stare - or the same kid behind you kicking the bac ...[text shortened]... verything except Chucky the puking future chair kicker.
Alcohol, earplugs, eye-mask and iPad.
There's always trains or boats or if you're in upper management, corporate jets. If you're not in that position or if you are but with a firm that doesn't own a private jet maybe you could start sending out resumes to firms that do. Hey nothing ventured nothing gained right?
Originally posted by Great Big Stees There's always trains or boats or if you're in upper management, corporate jets. If you're not in that position or if you are but with a firm that doesn't own a private jet maybe you could start sending out resumes to firms that do. Hey nothing ventured nothing gained right?
I know a girl who drank a whole bottle of Smirnoff Vodka
because she knew she was going into labour. 😲