At LAX waiting for my flight to London I decided to take my pre-flight tradition of a glass of champagne to the next level.
2 glasses of champagne.
3 bottles of wine on the plane.
I was pissed.
Full disclosure: I spilt the last glass of wine all over myself. It was dark. There was (minor) turbulence.
I cut myself off.
And fell asleep for a short while.
To then wake up with a rip roaring headache.
Hungover on a plane is not the life lesson I want you to you learn here but if that's all you learn, I'll take it.
Luckily I had pain killers within reach, knocked them back with all the water I could get my hands on and watched a bunch of meh movies until I landed.
With zero sleep and a hangover, I arrived in London feeling like balls.
I got detained at the airport while border security investigated the visa I was on 10 years ago.
Newsflash: they let me through.
Fuck taking the tube, I got an uber all the way to my ex-husbands place and met his girlfriend.
Yep, we're a rare breed of divorced couple who are fucking cool, with even cooler partners.
Marilena welcomed me with open arms but I still felt like balls.
I started questioning everything.
I went from crazy excited pre-flight to secretly wishing border security put me on a plane to Melbourne.
I was dramatic as hell.
It wasn’t until I passed out that night and slept for 10 hours straight that I woke up and realised:
Never ever make a decision on empty sleep.
If you can’t seem to make business decisions to save your life...
If you’re overly dramatic...
If you’re questioning everything…
I would question this:
How’ve you been sleeping?
There’s nothing a good nights sleep can’t solve.