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The Ultimate Challenge of Airport Sobriety
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Vacations were always the height of my drinking. If I was flying alone, I was giddy because I could drink as much as I wanted.
Two before the flight, two on the flight and race by a bar on the way out the door.
Two of my brothers live in Reno and I would travel there alone often. I wonder if they always thought it was weird that they’d pick me up, trashed.
I’d get to the airport early so that I could get a few drinks in before the flight. “I’m nervous”, I would say. Rolling my eyes as I type, I never was nervous! What a good excuse though.
Tipsy, I would board the plane and wait for my next drink.
The flight attendant couldn’t get to my seat fast enough. I always tried to order two at once. Most of the time that didn’t work. My mind was always fixated on this, never enjoying a book or a movie, but waiting for that next drink.
Wherever I was going, if I was alone, I was always intoxicated when I reached my destination.
Today, I show up at the airport sober, with no intention of drinking. The past week I had an amazing time exploring Arizona with my parents. They just moved there and I came out for a visit, something I wouldn’t have done if I was…
