It was only a year ago that I made the grave mistake of having insufficient sleep before the trip. I don’t mean the 3-4 hours type of inefficient, I mean the one hour power nap type of inefficient. Well, this year I decided to crank it up a notch. On the night prior to the flight, I devised a plan to sleep over at David Trang’s house (another student going on the trip), but here’s the kicker—I had no intentions of sleeping at all. Hours ticked away in excitement as we found ways to bring corruption to the otherwise peaceful card game of Deuce. This party spirit did not last forever—the mood gradually dimmed down
and I relegated myself to a much more menial task—a marathon run of CBS’s How I Met Your Mother. My plan of self-sleep-deprivation was working brilliantly. We had to leave the house around 3:40AM, and it was already edging close to 3:30. Eventually, I began to lay my body against the cushion and fell flat on the pillow. There are two problems with this. One, the cushion was actually the floor, and the pillow was a wooden pillar. Two, I napped for a good ten minutes in preparation for a ten minute trip. It is this day that I learned for the 233rd time that sleep is important. I won’t talk too much about plane rides or the prospect situation of our hotel room configurations. I fell sound asleep throughout the majority of the plane rides, and the other bloggers will undoubtedly inform you plenty of the fortunate hotel situation that some of us were in, and the not so fortunate situations that others were in. Our flight landed in Washington D.C. around 5-6PM, so not too much happened on this day. We ended up stumbling into a mid-range Thai restaurant appropriately named Mai Thai. As an avid member of 7-11’s Hot Foods section, this was the beginning of the end for my wallet.