Ah, such love, for the rest of you out there, this is called JEALOUSY.... and you have got it wrong, its more like, sleep 12 hours, wake up with a hangover and your 3P banging on the door to get you to go to sunday brunch, go chow down and make fun of the AF, go take a nap 1.5 hours (ie brunch induced coma), go play a round of golf (lose 6 golf balls, but whos counting), get a call from OPS wondering where (1) you are at and why didn't you tell the OPSO you were playing golf, he wanted to play too (2) are you ever going to return the ready van?, and oh by the way (3) you guys are getting launched since the scheduled crew is on their 7th hour of preflight and the plane is now fixed, but their crew day is busted for the mission. Drive on the wrong side of the road, and you all yell at the Nav for being such a dumbass, and go change into flight suits, grab some chow, pick up the Es, head out to the flight line. Brief 30 minutes from a TSC LT that reads in a monotone and obviously doesn't want to be there, while the MC rips the brief to shreds over the missing information. Got out and preflight for another 3 hours, and hopefully get off deck in time. Place the case of beer in the doppler well to chill. Fly for 10 -12 hours, of which 3-4 hours is spent in the rack contemplating how you are going to spend the per diem. Land and commence drinkex.