No secret to anyone who knows me; I hate to fly. It just gives me really bad anxiety, and I feel like I am working out for the entire duration of the flight.
So I’ll do anything to keep my mind off the fact that I am 30,000 feet in the air. Which includes, but is not limited to: vodka tonics and picture taking. I mean why not? So here are a few that I took while trying not to die.
I think the first picture accurately describes how I feel on an airplane, and how B is not scared, even one bit.
Then of course, the obligatory out the window cloud shots. We haven’t flown at night in a long time, and it was kind of neat to see all the lights of New Orleans flying in.