With our eyes barely open, we took the midnight flight from LA to Miami. A very smooth and uneventful flight on an American Airlines 737, but you’d have to call it minimalist. No pillows, no blankets, no drinks, no meals, no snacks. Basically they turned the lights out when we took off and didn’t turn them back on until we were landing.
After flying through two consecutive nights without a day in between, we were looking forward to breakfast and sunshine in the hope of resetting our body clocks.
Arrived in Miami at breakfast time and thought it appropriate to go to TGI Fridays for some waffles and french toast.…
