NyQuil

 I took Nyquil Wednesday night because I knew this was going to be a night I'd never sleep. I'm tired of not sleeping for 24 hrs. 

So Nyquil was my drug of choice. If I had ice cream, I told Rick that Nyquil with a scoop of ice cream could kill 2 addictions at once. A Nyquil float. :-)

He just shakes his head at me. But c'mon, good idea here.

It did the trick. I slept for 12 hrs. Boy oh boy, did that feel good. I mean, really good. Rick said I never moved; each time he'd look in on me, I was in the same spot. 

I had to pee, or I'd never have gotten up. When I saw the time I was shocked!  

I grabbed clothes and ran out to the living room.  

Why did you let me sleep like that? It's almost time for your 3 o'clock nap?

He laughed and said, "What is the emergency? Why do you have to be out of bed?  I did not burn the house down. I did leave the lights on in the hall bath, but I caught it. So all is good, Margaret."  

I lost my whole Thursday, but boy, do I feel good.

A couple of topics today - 

**Did you see where the transportation secretary wants a dress code for airline travel?

Everyone has their panties in a twist about this.

I agree with him, which is odd. I'm not saying you have to fly like a non-rev had to in the 80s and 90s. I'm saying you should not wear your PJs, slippers, half shirts, and shorts that I can see your ass in, or if pubic hair were a thing, I'd see that too.

Yes, I grew up flying in dress clothes. To fly free while working for an airline, I had to be in business clothes. To me, while it sucked, that was a small sacrifice to fly first class and free to any destination in the world. Rick asked once if they wouldn't let me board. Hell yeah, they wouldn't.  It was strictly enforced. A ticket or gate agent or for that matter, a flight crew member could remove you from the flight. I've seen it done.

I went to Jamaica in a skirt, blazer, blouse, nylons, heels and stood in line for customs.  I was sweating!!  Rick said, "no one else is dressed like this."  

My retort was, "Ask them how much they paid to get here."  

To me a small sacrifice to fly free and in first.

So no need for nylons. And yes, that was a big thing in the 80s and early 90s. Must have nylons on.  Weird eh? Thank goodness that's over.

If I could go to the West Coast to visit family, I'd wear a clown suit if it were free.

But I digress. I don't know how they can implement such a thing, but I wish they would and could. I also wish people had pride in their appearance enough to dress for the event.  

Do you know I was upgraded because of my clothing?  I no longer fly free. I no longer have friends at the ticket counter of any airline.  I just checked in at the gate.  She asked if I was traveling alone. I said yes. Then I wondered why.  She smiled and said, "Just wanted to be sure." I wanted to ask, "Sure of what exactly?" 

But I let it go.  When they got to announcing they were about to board, they called my name to come to the counter. I did. The woman handed me a new boarding pass and said, "We've upgraded you."  I was thrilled and thanked her again and again. It was a 4 hr flight, and damn it would be nice to be in a big ole seat where I could fold my legs and sit indian style. 

I thanked her again and headed for the gateway. As I was walking, the pilot who was talking to the women at the gate counter came up to me and said "know why you were upgraded?"  

I told him I wasn't sure I wanted to know, but I was thrilled.

He said, "Have you ever worked for an airline?"

I said I sure did, and an airline's GDS. He said I figured.

Is it written somewhere on me?

He was so nice, he said, "No, you are dressed well, and we don't see that anymore. The gate agent pointed you out and said, I wish more would do that. So she upgraded you when an opening became available.

WOW was my response. 

Now, look, I was not in business clothes. To me, just regular street clothes.

I was wearing a pair of black jeans, a tank top, a black and white tweed blazer, boots, and jewelry. Hardly dressed up. But my hoo-aah wasn't showing, or were my boobs. (ok, a bit of cleavage with a tank top by c'mon I have cleavage if wearing a turtle neck)

So dressing well does help. Don't think for a minute they don't notice every inch of you!

**To Ro, who used to blog. She lives near me so I get to see her a bit.

She mailed me the funniest Thanksgiving card.  In it was an article about wearing underwear to bed. She told me this was a great blog topic. Really?

She makes me laugh. I read the article. So I will make this a blog question.

Do you think you should wear underwear to sleep in?

Yes

No

Sometimes.

I'm in the do whatever the hell you want to do.

I prefer sleeping in my birthday suit. I don't get dressing up for bed. But everyone has their own thing. I don't care what you do. Sleep in a tux for all I care.

Do you wear underwear to bed?

Someone stated in the article - What if your house is on fire and you're not wearing any panties. I laughed at this one. Yee-haw said the firemen.