27 DEF Jams

Wanting to start our New York trip off right, Ice Cream Man made sure we had all of our amenities. Our plan was to start in the Sky Club and continue on with the imbibing once on the plane. Unfortunately, prior to going to the Sky Club, we couldn’t seem to find our flight among the featured “Departures.” Fortunately, another traveler found it for us and told us the gate we would need to go to for the departure – slotted to take place in 30 minutes.

 

We thanked the kind stranger for his assistance and started walking in the opposite direction of our gate. “You guys do realize ‘C’ gate is this way, right?” the kind stranger inquired. “Oh, yes, we just need to get a drink. Hopefully it will prevent further flight struggles,” I replied.

 

After a quick wine shot, we boarded the plane and took our seats. Sleepless and I sat in 27 E and F and Ice Cream Man sat in 28 F; despite the fact that 27 D was empty. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit by us?” Sleepless asked him. “No, I’m going to take two Klonopin and go to a meeting in the morning. Besides, that way you guys can stretch out.” “OK, well, you said you were going to take care of us, so may I please have your credit card?” Sleepless asked and he obliged.

 

About a half hour into the redeye flight, while everyone else was sleeping, Sleepless and I were ordering wine and snack packs. We had so much food and drink that we had to use all three trays. “Check out that spread,” Sleepless commented about the food. “Check out this spread,” I told her, pointed to my butt and added, “I’ve no doubt that is a direct result of spreads like this.”

 

Instead of sleeping, we ended up drinking, eating and chatting the whole flight. The flight attendant was very accommodating and, by the time we exited the plane, we had a slew of great photos (of us and other travelers), full bellies, and a relatively coherent Ice Cream Man. “How was the flight?” he asked us. “It was a pretty good time up here,” Sleepless told him. “Yep, this is where the party was at. This row was def!” I replied.

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