Bestest Friend: So, how are you getting to Chicago? Did you decide to drive?
Blogger: No, no! I’m going to fly! Isn’t that cool?
Bestest Friend: Wow! You are going to fly?
Blogger: Yes! Yes I am!
Blogger: And I’m not nervous at all!
Bestest Friend: Good!
Blogger: Last time I flew I had to take a mild sedative...or five...but I don’t think I’m even going to need it this time!
Bestest Friend: Very good!
Blogger: I was reading through Flying Without Fearand really, there is no reason to worry! Flying is more safe than, well, than sitting in this room with you! Why, at any second, a meteor could crash through the roof and kill us both!
Bestest Friend: So true!
Blogger: Yup! No fear at all!
Bestest Friend: So what times are your flights?
Blogger: Well, I leave Philly around noon and it’s only an hour and a half flight to Chicago.
Bestest Friend: That will be easy!
Blogger: Oh sure, yuppers! Then I leave Chicago on Sunday morning, bright and early. I’ll have to be at the airport by 5:30 AM to get on my flight.
Bestest Friend: So you’ll probably just stay up all night?
Blogger: Yes, I’m thinking of it! Should be easy! Party, party, party!
Bestest Friend: Till the morning light! Party, party, party!
Bestest Friend: Then you can crash on the plane!
Best Friend: I mean…
Friend: I mean, you know…"crash"...meaning "sleep"?
Blogger: I’m going to need a quart of vodka to wash down the tranquilizers.
Friend: At least a quart.