Redeye flights are a tool of the Devil sent straight from the deepest, darkest bowels of the seventh circle of Hell.
I make that statement every time I take one, but then the next time I’m booking eastbound flights, I look at how much time I lose with a daytime flight and think, “Fuck it, maybe it won’t be so bad this time.”
Yes, four hours of very light, fitful sleep, constantly interrupted by turbulence, screaming babies, and the woman in the seat next to me deciding to sing along with her music is clearly a brilliant idea.
Speaking of brilliant ideas, now I’m waiting for my checked baggage to show up. I hope it does, because otherwise I’m going to be going to this wedding in jeans and an Onion Softball shirt.