Secret to my success? I do a yearly meetup in the Denver airport with 40 of my closest friends where we basically just eat smashburger and vibe. None of even us live in Colorado; we call it layover con. We all live in different spots so it’s the only time we get to see each other. Everybody books a trip to visit their moms with a connecting flight in Denver and we just take over the food court for a day and then go out separate ways. It’s like a two for one of trip because you have to visit your moms anyways.
The trick is to book two redeye flights a day apart. You just sleep on the first plane and then stay awake for 18 hours partying at the airport just riding the moving walkways back and forth with your boys and then sleep again on the second plane. The moms don’t even have to know.
The airport is like a little city where the party never stops. We even have some weed stashed in the false ceiling of an indoor pet relief area. You can just spread out on the fake grass in there and talk about life and sometimes you even get to see a dog. We made friends with this TSA girl who is honestly really chill and she helps us smuggle the drugs in. Sometimes she even lets us play with the confiscated knives and shit if we promise to give them back.
