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my next memory was being woken up by a flight attendant stroking my forehead
In my teens, on the way back from a family holiday spent mostly getting hammered with other teens, and barely making it to bed before we had to get up to go to the airport.
So I passed out on the flight.
Where a flight attendant thought it would be - I dunno, cute? amusing? in some way not creepy? - to kiss me on the cheek to wake me for descent.
She was not banking on me being a bit of a fitful waker.
I bolted awake, jerked upright, and my head twatted her in the face. It didn't quite break her nose, but definitely spread it about a bit, judging by the volume of blood.
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Remember being on the dance floor battered at Tom&Jerry's in Kathmandu and glancing at my watch thinking five hours until my flight lets crack on, at some point someone handed me a bloody mary which I downed despite hating the taste of raw tomato, got a memory of dashing to a toilet to vomit and my next memory was being woken up by a flight attendant stroking my forehead, I might as well of been in a straight jacket how tightly I had been tucked in with blankets and they informed we were approaching Abu Dhabi where I had to make my connection. Got off the plane and put my hand in my pocket to be greeted by a very melted snickers with no wrapper, lovely.
Hadn't even packed before headed out on the booze but somehow I had nothing missing when I got my bag off the plane.