I’m not hungover, was just traveling…

Day 1 is always a mild bust for me. It’s always a Sunday so not much is open, no one is feeling rowdy, and although I prefer red-eye flights, I feel like it’s similar to doing the walk of shame for hours on end. Didn’t sleep in your own bed, smeared makeup, Medusa hair, would love a toothbrush, wearing yesterday’s clothes, your body is sore in places you didn’t know could be sore, desperate for a shower, and the past couple hours are a blur… The thing with red-eye flights is if you arrive too early in the morning, you can’t check in yet, so you’re left to drop your bag and wander off to make the most of your day. Potentially looking homeless in the process.


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