EXTRACURRICULARS: Flying Super Early in the Morning is Worse than Puberty

Flying is amongst the worst things you can do with your day.

No matter how long your flight, you can tack on at least two hours to that just to make sure you're allowed to board it, maybe three or even four if the airport on either end isn't particularly close to your starting or ending destination, meaning that, even on a short jaunt, you're wasting close to half your waking hours on the whole affair.

And what an affair - crappy seats, expensive food, the inability to bring your best hair products if, like me, you refuse to pay to check bags, butt-soreness - hardly a glamorous trip to the great beyond.

How much worse when in order to spend a day this way you have to wake up hours before dawn.

There's some benefit to this strategy - Friday, when I utilize it, I'll end up in Minnesota early enough to go out to lunch and dinner with my mom, squeeze in some shopping, and, if I feel up to it, maybe even work (though personally I'm of the mindset that travel days are, in essence, wasted days, dedicated only to surviving the ordeal of travel and then recuperating from the whole damned affair).

But I'll do so at the price of waking up around 3:30 AM, probably forgetting the only important item I'll need for my trip. And I don't sleep on planes.

Modern times are all well and good, but Friday morning, I can guarantee you I'll be nostalgic for, oh, 1802. Barouche-landaus may not have been all that much more comfortable, but you didn't take them very far very often, and they certainly can't have been that much worse.

-Posted by Jilly