Awake at 35,000 feet

I’d classify myself as a ‘good’ flyer, but only after a couple of drinks. In this case ‘good’ means happily looking out the window at takeoff, wondering at the beauty of it all, as opposed to sticking my fingers in my ears, closing my eyes and repeating The Lord’s Prayer over and over (even though I’ve pretty much decided I don’t believe in the whole God/Jesus thing).

Tonight I had three airport-lounge sized glasses of wine and two airplane-sized glasses of champagne by the time we took off, so I was a pretty happy camper. But then, at about 2am, just when I was finally tired enough for sleep, the turbulence started. Over two hours of bobbing around like a cork on the sea, during which I never really fell asleep. I dozed off a time or two only to shake myself awake, afraid the plane was falling from the sky.

At about 4.15am the bouncing stopped, but then they hit the lights and started serving breakfast so I just gave up on sleep. I think we’ve got about 2 and 1/2 hours to go and I guess I’ll just stay awake until I get home since every light in the cabin seems to be on.

Maybe I’ll just close my eyes and see how I go.

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