First of all, if you are wondering why there is a two week gap between posts, rest assured that we aren’t dead. We’re just really, really tired and also lazy. Mostly lazy. Last weekend I spent in New York City on the first annual Moss girl trip with Rikki and Kathy. There will be pictures and stories to come in future blogs once I got all my photos organized, I promise. I know, I said that about Las Vegas and our trips to Vermont and Minnesota, too, but aren’t you excited to have things to look forward too? Like pictures from other people’s trips? So exciting!

Twice this summer, once on the way to Vermont and just last weekend on the way to New York, I got to take an overnight flight. I had never taken one before but after a year of practicing sleeping on the bus to and from work every day I figured it would be awesome. I’d get on the plane, fall asleep and arrive at my destination refreshed with the whole day ahead of me. So efficient! No time wasted on the plane! Well, I have to say that I was sadly mistaken. There were some things that went well. For one, JetBlue gives everyone eye masks and ear plugs, dims the lights and does everything in hushed tones like it’s nap time in kindergarten.

This works great to lull you almost to sleep so they can cruelly wake you up once they start clanking around with the drink cart. (Also, if you want your husband to pretend like he doesn’t know you, just put an eye mask on under your glasses. What I considered an ingenius method to wear the eye mask without squishing my glasses into my face was apparantly pretty goofy looking.) Despite all my practice on the bus, the eye mask, ear plugs and inflatable neck pillow, it took me a long time to fall asleep. I ended up getting only a couple hours of sleep, and pretty much whined about it the whole time I was awake. As Devon said, after we finally arrived in Vermont, “I would pay twice as much for a ticket not to do that again.” I assumed he meant that he was tired, but I’m thinking from the look he gave me that I might have something to do with that.

The trip last weekend was on Delta, and they didn’t give us eye masks or ear plugs but they did give us a cheap fleece blanket that got my clothes all red. I was determined that this flight would go better, but I didn’t count on the man next to me falling asleep and gradually encroaching on my leg and arm space. I hadn’t realized that the arm rest wasn’t down until this started to happen and with his whole shoulder blocking it I couldn’t reach over and pull it down. It also meant I couldn’t recline my seat either. One hour into the flight I was pressed as close to the window as I could be to avoid touching the sleeping man who was halfway into my space, and my savior in the form of the drink cart came by. The man woke up and once he sat up to drink – BAM! I pulled that middle arm rest down, reclined my seat and slept peacefully for the rest of the flight.

In all, there were some things I really liked about flying overnight. I liked how un-rushed and relaxed everyone was checking in and going through security. It’s nice to be at the airport when it isn’t busy and hectic. I also like that when I got in, I had the whole day ahead of me. That’s about it.