The best thing about flying internationally is, (other than knowing you are embarking on a great adventure), that you get to eat real food and imbibe in free drinks on the airplane. Erin and I were so excited about traveling to France: we couldn't wait to see the gorgeous countryside, visit Mimi's chateau (i.e. castle), and cook and taste all the wonderful food. We also could not wait to get on an airplane, sans children, and read all the magazines we desired while having an unlimited number of free cocktails. We were so excited about this part of the adventure we took quite a bit of time picking the perfect casual, yet stylish, airplane outfits.
We took a red-eye from Newark to Amsterdam, which means we boarded the plane around 9:00. We promptly read some trashy magazines, ordered red wine and cocktails, and watched one of the hundreds of (free!) movies available to us. Erin then tucked her fashionable, yet comfortable wrap around herself and went to sleep. She wasn't dozing. She absolutely unconscious. I tried to sleep. I just got uncomfortable and restless, so I spent the entire flight watching movies and having cocktails. She woke up reasonably well-rested. I was high on France.
The flight home was no different, other than that I had no adrenaline to carry me through the rest of the day once we landed. Erin slept peacefully next to me while I watched movies and drank cocktails. At one point, I asked the flight attendant if I could have 2 small bottles of whisky. He said, "you can have as many as you want." Well, that smelled like a challenge to me, so every time they stopped to offer me a drink I ordered one for Erin too. "She'll want one when she wakes up." By the time we landed I had 5 little bottles of whisky in my carry on.
Fast forward 5 months. My husband and I are about to play the best board game for people in their 30's: "80's Seen It." We want to mix up a cocktail and think whisky would be good, but we don't have any. Then I remember those little bottles I procured months ago with the unknowing help of Sleeping Beauty, and pull them out of the basement pantry. A quick trip to Erin's house for some ginger lime juice and we have a party. I won the first round of 80's Scene It. Let's not talk about the 2nd.