Day 01
My get-away to Camp David (as in Hasselhoff) started off like that first shot of a hard liquor you haven’t tried and are suprised to find it so strong and so damn mild.
i rode business class across the drink ’cause i’m classy that way. Klassy with a capital ‘K’, babes. i could tell because i was the only one Klassy enough to snap cell phone pictures of everything that passed across my extra large fold out tray.
BTW, the quality of the photos is due to the cell phone as much as it is my double vision.
i started off with two glasses of champagne. (Miss D is totally T so i stole her drinks throughout the entire flight.)
Champs
After that i graduated to a double Glenlivet that was old enough to get me arrested if it were a girl and i enjoyed her as much as i did the drink.
12-year-old Glenlivenit Up
Dinner service came just after and i swigged a white Burgundy with my foie gras (which is French for pâté).
White Burgundy & Liverwurst with an Attitude
With the lamb chop main course, i went for 2 glasses of Haut Medoc and fell so hard for it that i’m convinced the name is French for “Help Me Doc”.
Help Me Docs
After dinner i couldn’t decide on what to erase my palate with, so i didn’t–decide, that is. i had two digestives: a Cognac (Delamain Pale & Dry XO Grande Champagne–‘pale & dry’ sounds more like a weather report than a drink and i love how the name sends you hugs and kisses, but there you go) and an Armagnac.
Hugs & Kisses Cognac Mingling With Armagnac
i was as smooth and mellow as the booze after that so i weaned myself off the bottle with a white wine that was so dry i needed five glasses to quench my thirst.
White Wine so Dry It Made Me Thirsty
Two More of the Same
The Last One
My notes stop after that, but i found this last photo lingering on my phone, so logically there must have been a stowaway.
My Mysterious Stowaway
See my nuts? Honey roasted, ’cause i’m Klassy that way.
Man, i was so high that even after the plane landed i was still flying.
Yep, Klassy with a capital ‘K’, that’s me.
Currently Drinking: Water; at lunch i even left the bottle of table wine untouched. i still don’t feel right about drinking without the amount of opium laced paracetamol i’ve been dropping.
Hangover Forecast: Mostly sunny. So far so good as far as the drugs are concerned.
I feel bittersweet about this Day One.
Sweet, because you were like a kid in a candy shop and gleefully excited about being in business class with so much good food and good drink. There was a kind of sweetness I saw in you this day that I enjoyed immensely. You were having a kickass time imbibing and taking photos for this blog, and it was the most excited I’d seen you in a a while about anything in life. Yes, sweet in that regard!
I am bitter about this because you were, in fact, pretty drunk after all that (my god, a GIANT would be drunk after all that), and in your drunken behavior in airline transits, you deeply embarrassed your son and were not in complete control of the travel situation. It was less functional than alcoholic, and the whole experience is kind of tainted with your son’s sadness and embarrassment and also the understanding that had I not been there, I don’t know that you would have been able to care for the kids in that state. Okay, I WAS there and is one reason you felt permission to let go. So it is kind of moot and all hypothetical and probably unfair of me to “go there,” but I also think it is probably accurate. There was a lot of “dysfunctional” going on in that mid-travel time which, like I said, makes me feel the sourness of what it is to drink to excess.
I dunno. There is humor and joy in excess and Bacchanalia and there is also just repetitive boredom with the boor you can sometimes become when drunk. Sorry. But just saying it like it is… Drunk Guy has a fine line between being funny and social and witty, and just plain sad, and you were walking that tightrope that day.
Kudos on the writing and puns in this blog. You do have wit! Never let it be said that you are not clever and do not have wit, for you do….
i get what you’re getting at, Sweetie. i’ve been thinking a lot about what you said here and what we talked about last Friday and will be posting a serious blog about it as soon as all this election hooha wanes.
You said “hooha” heh heh!! :)~
Yeah, we’ll get to it when it needs to be gotten to, which is kind of a part of what I commented after your acceptance speech! (With the questions I have about your platform and intentions for your term as FASe.) I’m really looking forward to what this can all become with both a humorous and serious examination of what it means to be a FA! So far, the whole idea of this blog is a big bittersweet bite! And I do love some good bittersweet in life, like 50% or greater cacao in chocolate. I would not want all sweet in life (ugh, for a recovering/discovering sugar addict like me, that’s just gross), but all bitter and bile is equally as disgusting. So, here’s to finding the perfect combination of bitter and sweet that gives great flavor to things!