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.”
Hahahaha.
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.
Redeyes are hit and miss. The one I took a couple weeks ago was great. I was asleep before we pushed back and didn’t wake up until they made the “we are descending, please return your tray tables and seat backs to the full upright position” announcement.
Sorry yours sucked. Why didnn’t you ask the woman to stop singing?
I did ask her to stop singing. Then she started again. And again.