Drunk Pilot: Travel

Jet Lag: 7 Top Tips from a Pilot (and His Mischievous Monkey)

February 2, 2023 by Drunk Pilot

As a jet-setting pilot with an insatiable thirst for adventure (and a monkey with a foot fetish), I’ve learned a thing or two about beating jet lag.

Top Tips For Overcoming Jet Lag – That Pesky Time-Zone Hopping Fatigue

Hydration is key, especially at 30,000 feet where the air is drier than my ex’s sense of humor. I guzzle H2O like it’s going out of style.
Sleep is a precious commodity, and I guard it fiercely (when the monkey isn’t licking my toes, that is). I make sure to catch some Z’s in the days leading up to my trip, and on the plane if possible.
Booze and caffeine are the enemies of a sound slumber, so I avoid them like the plague during flights. Boring but effective to kicking jet lag’s butt.
Adjusting my sleep schedule before a trip is crucial. I gradually shift my bedtime and wake-up time to match my destination’s time zone and beat jet lag. It’s like tricking my body into thinking it’s already there.
When I arrive at my destination, I seek out the sun like a vampire on the prowl. Natural light exposure helps regulate my body’s internal clock, and it’s a great excuse to soak up some vitamin D.
Exercise is a great way to combat jet lag fatigue and improve sleep quality. I go for a walk or do some light stretching to get the blood pumping.
If all else fails, I turn to melatonin or other sleep aids to help me drift off at my destination. But always check with a doctor before popping any pills!

So there you have it – my secret weapons for defeating jet lag. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a monkey to attend to… and by attend to, I mean keep from licking my feet.

Bojo’s Grill & Sports Club: Drunk Pilot & Imaginary Monkey

January 27, 2023 by Drunk Pilot

As the night wore on at Bojo’s Grill & Sports Club in Winslow, Arizona. Jack found himself feeling more and more adventurous. He had always been fascinated by drones, and after a few too many beers. He couldn’t resist the temptation to take his out for a spin.

Despite the protests of his friends and the bartender. Who pointed out that he was in no condition to fly. Jack was determined to show off his skills. And so, with a fierce determination in his eyes and a wobbly step. He made his way out to the parking lot of Bojo’s Grill & Sports Club, where he had left his drone.

But as Jack soared through the sky, the monkey seemed to grow more and more mischievous. It was constantly trying to lick Jack’s feet and convince him to go higher and higher, even as Jack tried to keep the drone under control. The crowd at Bojo’s Grill & Sports Club were going absolutely bananas.

Despite the challenges, Jack couldn’t help but laugh with delight as he chased after birds and soared through the air like a playful monkey. As he soared through the sky, the feeling of freedom and joy that consumed him was like nothing he had ever encountered. It was as if he had been reborn, and the world was his playground.

Bojo’s Grill & Sports Club

Eventually, Jack’s drunken escapades came to an end. As he crashed his drone into a tree and passed out on the ground outside. But even as he slept, he dreamt of flying his imaginary monkey through the clouds, feeling a sense of excitement and adventure that he had never known before.

When Jack woke up the next morning, he had a pounding headache and a bruised ego. But he couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the incredible experience he had had the night before. And as he stumbled back into Bojo’s Grill & Sports Club to nurse his hangover. He made a mental note to himself to stick to the brewery’s signature IPA in the future – it was the best beer at the bar, after all.

30 Days, 30 Marathons, In 30 Different Countries

January 25, 2023 by Drunk Pilot

I had always been a bit of a party animal. I loved nothing more than a good drink and a wild night out, and I had traveled to some amazing places all around the world to experience the best parties that each location had to offer. But as I approached my 40th birthday, I started to feel like something was missing. I was feeling pretty down in the dumps and couldn’t shake the feeling that my life was going nowhere. I needed to do 30 Days, 30 Marathons.

That’s when I decided to make a change. I had always been a runner, and I had always dreamed of running a marathon. So I set a goal for myself: 30 days, 30 marathons, in 30 different countries. I was up for the challenge and I was going to give it my all.

I had an imaginary monkey named Bob by my side, cheering me on and giving me positive affirmations. “You can do this!” he would say. “Just think of all the amazing benefits you’ll experience!”

But Bob wasn’t always helpful. In fact, he seemed to delight in trying to sabotage my efforts of 30 Days, 30 Marathons. He would sneak cigarettes and alcohol into my suitcase, and he would try to convince me to skip my runs and go out partying instead.

Despite Bob’s best efforts, I managed to stick to my plan. I traveled to some amazing places all around the world, from the beaches of Bali to the streets of Paris, and I ran a marathon in each location. It was a grueling schedule, but the sights and sounds of each new place kept me motivated.

Marathon Makeover

As the days went on, I started to notice some incredible changes. I was sleeping better than I had in years, and I had more energy during the day. My skin was clearer, and I even lost a few pounds. I also found that I was able to concentrate more easily, and I was less prone to making mistakes.

The real cherry on top was the emotional transformation I experienced as a result of 30 Days, 30 Marathons. Suddenly, I was a joyful and contented individual, no longer stuck in a rut. It was as if I had won the emotional lottery and acquired a brand new lease on life. I was practically bursting with excitement at the thought of what the future might hold.

Of course, it wasn’t all easy. There were definitely times when I wanted to give up and have a drink. I had come too far to give up, so I dug deep and kept going. I was determined to see it through to the finish line.

30 days, 30 marathons

And when I finally crossed the finish line of the 30th marathon, the feeling of accomplishment was indescribable. I had more energy, more focus, and more joy than I had in years. I knew that I couldn’t keep up this pace forever, but I also knew that I had gained some valuable insights that I could take with me for the rest of my life.

So if you see me out on the town, don’t be surprised if I’m a little more subdued than usual. I’ve learned the value of moderation, and I’m not about to give up the newfound sense of balance I’ve found. Thanks, Bob, for all your help (even if it was sometimes unintentional)!