So I’m taking the red-eye flight from JFK to New Orleans on Sunday night. I spent 3 days in the city for my bachelor party, and consumed enough alcohol and other substances to kill most land animals. Despite this overindulgence, I did not vomit…not once.

Twenty minutes into my 3+ hour flight, the 10 year old boy sitting directly in front of me vomits all over himself, his father, and the chair in front of him. The entire cabin smelled like Keith Richards for the duration of the flight, which was, of course, late.