[dc]I[/dc] don’t enjoy flying, but our Disney World honeymoon required a plane. I long for teleportation to become a reality. And talking robot dogs (see: Rush, K9, Dynomutt).
Drink the Friendly Skies
I will fly, of course. Flying just leaves me a wreck for the rest of the day. Flights are easier to handle in my thirties than my teens though, because I can order booze. Even at 10 o’clock in the morning (God bless America). Sure, $7 for a micro-bottle of Dewar’s Scotch might seem much, but between paying $7 for Scotch, or a can of Bud Light, Scotch always wins.
“What are you doing?” Stephanie asked as I scooped the ice from the plastic cup accompanying my micro-Scotch into my water bottle.
Me: “I want my Scotch neat.”
Stephanie: “Just drink it out of the mini-bottle.”
Me: “It is probably bad enough I’m drinking Scotch at 10 AM, drinking out of the bottle won’t look too good. Think of the CHILDREN.”
I swirled a small puddle of Scotch around the plastic cup as Stephanie shook her head and went back to reading Ender’s Game.
I Can’t Hear You and I Love It
This time around, I brought a secret weapon for the flight (besides whisky): Noise cancelling headphones. Yes, I bit the bullet and bought a pair of Bose QuietComfort 15’s.
I already love my Bose noise-cancelling headphones on terra firma,¹ and they worked better than I hoped on the airplane. Instead of suffering through two hours of airplane engines and screaming kids, I caught up on episodes of Marek vs. Wyshynski (an NHL podcast). Other times, I listened to my instrumental playlist as background music while reading Fellowship of The Ring.
Hockey and Tolkien: what could be better?