I miss the way travel used to be before 9/11.
You could carry anything on a plane, be absolutely hammered/high, lost and stupid, and no one batted an eye.
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I flew into Honolulu on the 9th and flew out in the 15th.
It was two very different experiences.
I flew out of Vegas The Weeknd before—absolutely stoned and drunk on a plane of nothing but airline personnel.
I’d left a wedding early because of work. Then it happened.
everyone who had driven from Phoenix —with Hoover Damn closed—had to drive back the loooooong way.