Overnighters
When I have to fly, I prefer to do my international jetsetting from point A to point B overnight. I suppose I like the idea that I wake up in the city where I need to be. However, this overnight excursion is not ideal if you'd like to step off the plane looking fresh as a daisy. In this case, one steps off the plane looking as wilted as a cornfield in the middle of the winter. Be that as it may, I ponder. A few alterations to the silver tube transporting me from A to B can help make this travel experience much more appealing. For instance, how about some beds? I need my beauty rest, as do the rest of my fellow passengers. Why should the cattle have to herd together and eat, sleep and drool on one another? Why can't we all just spread our own wings and recline comfortably?
As I said, I ponder.
Then there is the idea of attire for this overnighter. If you go camping, you're not going to wear your work attire for that excursion, right? You'll choose something less expensive than Prada, such as a pair of jeans from Wal-Mart or perhaps a quilted shirt from LL Bean. You'll leave the Manolos at home and opt for hiking boots. (Well I'd do this, though I know some women just won't go camping, period.) So the thought of attire popped into my little dustbunny brain, because if we're flying overnight, shouldn't we be doing it in jammies? I mean, I've got this wicked flannel full-length robe one of my relations gave me one Christmas, and it's just DYING to be let loose somewhere. It's blue and has clouds or some such nonsense on it, and it is yanked out from underneath other things in my closet ONLY if it's below zero in my apartment. The thing, as I wrote, is just itching to find its wings, and where better a place to let it go than at New York's JFK Airport? I can see it now. Hopping out of the car at JFK and strolling up to counter to check my bags in, all the while wearing big fluffy slippers on my feet, this full-length flannel robe and some naughty nothing under it. Maybe I'd take it a step further and throw hair rollers in my hair, and a net over that, of course, just for the full effect. Then I could easily slap some moisturizing cream on my face or an exfoliating mask, preferably a tinted one (say, green) and I'd be ready for bed and boarding.
So I got to wondering. Why is it that when taking these overnight flights, that no one wears their bed clothes? Perhaps it's due to the lack of adequately-sized changing rooms (an airplane restroom is not exactly spacious,) showers, etc. I guess those are good reasons. And who, in their right mind, would want to look at their fellow passengers in that type of attire anyway? Do I really want to see that big guy walking around the plane in his tiny Underoos? I'd venture to guess that if you really wanted to see them in their bed clothes, you could just invite them all over for a party, with the attire stated on the invite as pajamas. And besides the visual horror of seeing your fellow passengers ready for nighty-night, what do you think the chances would be of anyone dressed in their bathrobe and big puffy slippers, face covered in exfoliating mask and hair up in rollers, would actually be granted access to board the plane? I doubt it would happen, and though I hate to admit it, (okay, not really. I love admitting it) I'd enjoy seeing it. I'd get a kick out of the person who would have enough nerve to go to the airport dressed in pajamas. In a way, it does make sense, wearing your pajamas for an overnight flight. But in the real world? Nah.