I’ve never had a seatmate actually admit to being drunk and high…until my last flight on AA.
I briefly wrote about the flight on Tuesday but did not go into detail about my interesting seatmate seated directly ahead of me.
He was a young guy who looked to be in his early 20s. He entered the aircraft toward the end of the boarding process wearing sunglasses even though it was 5:45 AM and sort of fell into his seat. A FA appeared to offer him a pre-flight beverage and he ordered a vodka on the rocks.
We pushed back, the cabin was darkened, and we took off. Since it was still pitch black outside, I turned on my reading light. He had reclined his seat and was sleeping. The light seemed to disturb him and he turned to me and spoke.
HIM: Are you going to leave that reading light on?
ME: Yes, until it gets light outside.
(I go back to reading my newspaper)
HIM: Hi. What’s your name? Do you live in Seattle or LA?
ME: Matthew. LA. Why are you here?
HIM: Dude I’m high on molly and so drunk. Can you tell?
Molly, more commonly known as ecstasy and technically called Methylenedioxy methamphetamine (yes, that’s one word) is a methamphetamine you can read all about here. The recreational drug allegedly brings “increased energy, empathy, and pleasure.”
I don’t have any experience with this drug (or others) and wasn’t sure what to expect. But the guy wanted to talk and we ended up having a very nice conversation. Seriously. It was a nice kid who seemed to come from a nice family. He played in a band (how cliché) and had done a concert in Seattle the previous night.
The first class cabin was only half full so after ordering another drink (the FA cut him off), he used the restroom and then retreated to the rear row where he slept the rest of the flight.
I’ve never heard “dude I’m high on molly and so drunk” and doubt I ever will again on a future flight. But the guy was harmless and we had a nice conversation. Thank goodness it was molly and not pot...
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