I went on a three day bender when I moved cross-country.

Being on a plane at 7:30 in the morning when you can barely stand (and just puked in the terminal hallway to the plane) is a lot of fun. If they don't catch you being intoxicated until they take off, you're all set.

One of the flight attendants chastised me after take off. I looked like hell, to her credit though. She saw me all bleary eye'd, and reeking of alcohol (and maybe some vomit, I don't know. I was like a runner-up to the prom queen after she caught her date banging the prom queen) what a champ I must've looked like.

I asked her for some ginger ale and a beer. She returned with the ginger ale, sans the beer. I asked where the beer was, "I think you've had enough, sir. Don't you think it's a bit early? I hope you had fun last night." That dick gave me the meanest look I can ever really remember having gotten, and then ignored me for the rest of the flight. Luckily I still managed to get some wine.

ill probably be the only sober one there. i can do whatever i want.

You know damn well they do.