I got some of the nicest and sweetest messages ever, thank you.
It was a really weird situation that mustard guy kept rubbing his arm on mine and watching my phone screen. Us girls went to the bathroom (of course just to gossip), when we got back he was gone...didn't even fly on our flight. How strange.
I think it boiled down to not enough sleep (2-4 hours a night) in the past week mixed with hours of driving, flying, jet lag, and a weird situation to set my alarm system off.

Of course the entire flight then 2 hour drive home I was like "I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die!" After some of the incredible stories some of you have shared with me about your gut feelings.
Thank god the only death related thing that happened was me sleeping like the dead, I just got out of bed.
Have an awesome week everyone!