Sleep. That is the obvious answer. It’s hard to sleep for 12 hours though…well, comfortably anyway.
Read. Yes. For a while. I feel like when I’m flying, my eyes start to cross and I get a little nauseated if I try to read something intense. Especially a new book that smells like a new book. I tend to lean towards more humorous tales (um, really, Kate?). Perhaps I can find that new David Sedaris book…or Chelsea Handler. I love some good ol inappropriateness as well.
Listen to music. I’ve got the ipod all charged and re-stocked with some tunes I haven’t listened to in a while but love. Also, some Soundgarden and Pearl Jam. I’m not vacationing from my faves.
Paint my nails? I could really use a pedicure since I’ll be in sandal weather. How hilarious would it be if I was sawing away at my callouses and fuming up the whole plane with polish? Asking the flight attendant for some hot towels to soften my cuticles. We’d all feel a little better about flying with a little contact buzz.
Paint on paper? I could stash a little watercolor set in my purse. It’s a big purse. It’s more like a backpack. That’s why women are so fortunate on airplanes. We can actually have like 2 carry-ons. One that looks like a carry on, and one that looks like a purse…but you can pull out lamps and umbrellas and mini-refrigerators like Mary Poppins.
Apply self tanner?
Start a sing-a-long?
Gorge myself on trail mix and hope that I never have to use the airplane lavatory? I hate that little stinky box.
Yoga? I did talk to a woman who said she would do stretches in the aisle on long flights overseas. And you thought I was crazy. I like to keep my muscles stiff and mushy.