Flight. For The WIN.

Forget Mardi Gras, or Carnival, or running with the bulls – a still-empty overheard compartment after everyone has boarded is the ultimate once-in-a-lifetime sighting.

I had the pleasure of sitting behind the Bickersons on the flight – a wife who yelled at her husband because he didn’t think to take off his headphones and tend to her high-maintenance, skittish needs during some turbulence. Their young daughter was no surprise a loud brat. DON’T BE THAT COUPLE.

But I’m here, in New York, where it’s nice and chilly and I can turn my brain off for ten days. I slept 12 hours last night. Thanks, Santa.