people will look at you strange at first. i'm not sure why. you're just ordering a beer on an airplane. it's one beer. but they glare at you as if you're some sort of lush. as if you can't wait three and a half hours to have another beer.

but then the beer arrives and their scornful glares turn into jealous salivatory wanting. the frothy head, the chilled cascade of condesation on the exterior of the plastic airline cup. it's $4 well spent as you chase down your "extreme chedder" pretzel mix with a smooth alcoholic beverage.

overland
i tried to read my book. i was able to knock out about 10 chapters, but i was continuously distracted by what was going on outside, 28 thousand feet below. i'm always challenged to identify my location on the 1:1 scale topographic map under my seat which may be used as a flotation device. strange and beautiful landscapes turned below. occassionally i would recognize something. the red river. palo duro canyon. monument valley. there are pictures now too. they will be here eventually.